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like yeah! - dayonikin lyrics

[chrous 1 * dayonikin]

pockets full of bread n*gga
full of whole wheat (huh)
catch me with your b*tch n*gga
chilling on your street (huh)
i don’t give a f*ck
name a time and place we’ll meet
run up on ’em tyo
you getting sliced no “chucky cheese”
hxs got your b*tch like
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
[verse 1 * dayonikin]

riding in this whip (huh)
just me and your chick
she obviously know i’m the sh*t (huh)
so i put my d*ck on her lips
’cause s*x gon take too long (hey)
and i gotta’ finish this song
and go make guap
my hustle don’t stop
bro off molly pop rock
and my pockets rick ross
might go f*ck my b*tch on live stream and hang with adin ross
take him to the block
show him how to whip a pot
double cups we sip alot
theres ticking from your wrist alot
run up on you with the (raaaa)
run up on you with the glock
i got too much on my mind
run up h*lla dollar
h*lla dollar signs
i get h*lla money ain’t no rocket science
plus i watch bill nye so b*tch i’m good at science

[chorus 2 * dayonikin]
pockets full of bread n*gga
full of whole wheat (huh)
catch me with your b*tch n*gga
chilling on your street (huh)
i don’t give a f*ck
name a time and place we’ll meet
run up on ’em tyo
you getting sliced no “chucky cheese”
hxs got your b*tch like
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah

[verse 2 * sj]
sip out the cup, i’m off a bean
freddy krueger, i been up in your dreams
it is what it is, no, it ain’t what it seem
hop out the whip, how i’m toting my neen’
in between in her tits, i’mma skeet
me and your b*tch going to leave you on seen
your b*tch too busy getting d*ck of her dreams
i’m sorry, not sorry, not trying to be mean
i’m in the cut, no razor blade
got choppa tucked, oh, a*ok
fresh as f*ck, no flavor flav
all day everyday, i could take your bae
got stripes like adidas, no candy cane
flow so dirty, i need a maid
make a b*tch dance like addison rae
after i’m done, b*tch out of my way, way
got a bad b*tch spinning all on my d*ck like a mother f*cking beyblade
she like “sj, cum inside me, i just want your babies”
b*tch, like, h*ll no
b*tch, you’re not my main
take your little dollar store purse and get the f*ck out my way

[chorus 3 * dayonikin]

- dayonikin lyrics

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