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day goin - baby fifty lyrics

day goin lyrics
[verse 1: baby fifty]
shoot the crowd, better duck quick
i see a opp but that n*gga ain’t on sh*t (uh)
speaking on him cause the n*ggas be bullsh*tin’
(ambulance is goin’ down there)
uh, i think my bro hit him
you with the opps, then you gotta go with ’em (uh)
he tried to run so we gotta go get him
d*mn, bird hit a n*gga we ain’t gon keep missin’
we shootin’ that fat sh*t, n*ggas be tippin’ (d*mn)
k!ll a n*gga now we miss him (uh)
hoping n*ggas ain’t snitches (d*mn)
dang, n*ggas really be b*tches (uh)
pull up on him and we shootin’ (uh)
see a opp and i’mma shoot him (uh)
i just k!lled a n*gga and i knew him
now i’m tryna k!ll a n*gga close to him (uh, uh)
n*ggas ain’t even outside, gotta wait for ’em
creep on the [?], i just got my day goin
slide on ’em but we stay scoring
taking your sh*t and you pay for it
no mask, no gloves, i’m still going
clutch on my iron tryna hit sum (uh)
i can’t wait to catch one of they lil ass
uh, i’m tryna k!ll one of ’em
[verse 2: moneymarr]
got two big sticks in this b*tch tryna k!ll sum
tre clutch in the fifth in the whip tryna send one
tryna hop on the spin with rcs, you gon cl!ck some
tryna figure which vic we gon get up on, pick one (uh, uh)
it’s a set up, put the play in motion (uh)
arp shoot in the open (uh)
bullets fly on they block, n*ggas strofin’
leave a rap n*gga flat on his whip if he josin’ (uh)
young rich n*gga sending packs, moving weight
k!ll a n*gga, hit the cut through the gates
switch the tag on the whip, load the sticks and we straight
better go eat a d*ck tryna eat off my plate
got fifty with me, it’s 50 in my glock
we got 30 semis, double ds on the chop
f*ck the internet talk b*tch is you with it or not?
tryna blow me a n*gga up, send him to god

- baby fifty lyrics

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