Correction Paroles Broad Day (2020) par Kayla Nicole

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Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way

Sh*t, I'm diggin' this Bopete
I think this the one right here

Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang

Slide down on my b*t*hes
I'ma up they send me automatic, I'm gon' blow
So b*t*hes know they want that smoke
And they can have it, b*t*hes kept but I get active
Want them blows like a crack addict
I won't tell you, once or twice
I send them birds, get the message
B*t*hes crazy but I'm stupid
Got no sense so I get ruthless
They ain't used to this, they grew up 'round that goofy sh*t
Solo, I hate groupie sh*t, my life be on some movie sh*t
New to this, but truth to this, bet they ain't know that I was next
Came to your city just to flex
Run down on a b*t*h, now I'm runnin' up checks
Been pa**in' these hoes like a [?] test
Can't leave my drip, that's viewer discretion
Been my own friend, no need no bestie
Had my own back when I had no back
Sh*t gettin' real so it gotta be said
Walk around wild full of deada** hands
Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang

They been watchin' me and studyin'
I'm topic of discussion
No wonder b*t*hes keep failin' me
They suck at tryna up me
They can't learn me, I'm too different
Tryna follow, I keep skippin'
Ride the wave then you start slippin'
You can't keep up with this beat [?]
I'm too guaped up, I'm too pretty
I can't let that n***a near me
They don't hear me, they don't listen
When I take off, they gon' miss me
First he kiss me, now he diss me
Guess I hurt that n***a feelings
Tryna brag about his b*t*hes
I start braggin' 'bout my digits
Got more balls than I got feelin's
I shoot shots that kill these n***as
Bae them up like I'm gon' f**k
And when we link, his pocket's snuck
Got 'em slump without this coochie
Use a n***a 'fore he use me
He's a duckie, he's a groupie
Most of you n***as really lose us
Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race

Gang Gang
Dizzle way Dizzle way
People look at me sideways
Hit my line im on my way
Talk smack spin on ya face
Lame n***as get out my way
Been real since day one
Diamond chain got the same one
Flexin do that for fun
Darkskin you know we won
Hop off the jet then hop in the rear
Dizzle is here theres no need to fear
Eat up the beat then eat up a deer
Lyrics be clean Lyrics be clear
I dont rap bout the same
Put respect upon my name
People smile up in your face
Turn around and then be fake
Big chain and a big watch
Copy then sit back and watch
Run up a check and put that on my neck
The name is Yung Tripp just know im up next
Just know im next
All i gotta do is get one check and i flex
Tell me your better than me
Hold up lemme get this text from the next biggest artist
Ouu b*t*h

Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race (uh aye)
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang

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