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mayday - deë 2094 lyrics

[intro]

yeah…
malumedee
i tell her…get…

[verse 1]:

get with a hustler baby
coz none of these n*ggas is crazy
none of these n*ggas is wavy
all of them n*ggas fugazi

they lazy, they wanna come hate me
they load up their guns, try to waste me
but incompetent with the aimin’…
so they wastin’ their time with the hatin’

watch out i’m takin’ your baby
look at me drivin’ her crazy
i’m surfin’, she thinkin’ i’m wavy
i’m tellin’ her that you’re fugazi

young n*gga like to flow right
young n*gga like to show out
young n*gga like to roll right
messin’ with mе, get the knockout
i told her that shе got nice eyes
she jumped in the back of the chrysler
me and your girl havin’ nice, nice
i hit it again, more than twice now

she love me, she wanna get married
she love me, she callin’ me daddy
my lovin’ is musical sadly…
my n*gga g got the handlin’

what you tweetin’ n*gga don’t matter
out’ea catchin’ feelings, hope you don’t let up
grab the gat i put it at his dome n*gga
put he bullet in his foramen magnum
all of these suckers they hate me
i’m blessed nonetheless can you blame me?
i’m shinin’ the n*ggas is shady
too bad i’m k!llin’ it daily…

[chorus (augustchild)]:

mayday, mayday, mayday!
got these suckers yellin’ mayday!
yeah they feel the pressure coz they see me winnin’ e’ryday, e’ryday
told ’em, told ’em, told ’em they should watch how they approach me
now i show them flames, thinkin’ it’s h*ll, beggin’ for mercy
let ’em burn…
(mayday, mayday!)
let ’em burn…
(mayday, mayday!)
let ’em burn, let ’em burn, they deserve it
(mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday!)

let ’em burn…
(mayday, mayday!)
let ’em burn…
(mayday, mayday!)
let ’em burn, let ’em burn, they deserve it
(mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday!)
they deserve it screamin’ mayday (yeah!)

[bridge]:

my old hommies is some thug k!llers
my new n*ggas is some drug dealers
i stayed away from being a drug sniffer
too much in the streets for a young n*gga
all these cowards couldn’t k!ll this n*gga
cold feet in my face, couldn’t pull the trigger
on, both knees; had to pray to jesus
thank god, thank god for his grace to keep us…

[verse (deë 2094)]:
been workin’ on an ep while these sissies busy frontin’
my hommies kept it on the low and never told n0body
these silly rappers act like they can always do without me
i ignore it coz it ain’t feel like a human talkin’…

i handle business while these cr*ppy rappers handle faeces
they being facetious, all this tweetin’ n*gga can’t be serious
you talk about me in my absence like you scared to see us
better be coz i’m finna cut you with more than a scissors

a rapper with no track record wanna come and diss me?
maybe if he got paid i woulda wanna listened
what you talkin’ ’bout n*gga when your money missin’?
the only time you handle dough was in your girlfriend’s kitchen

the same girl was with my n*gga told me i can get it
the n*gga kept it on the low because you know his credit
she also told me that you broke and you a carbon image
of anything that seem dope, you a flippin’ gimmick

now that i’m done addressin’ that hommies let’s talk the budget
i wanna do a music video with a lotta guns in
i don’t like the violence, i’m jus’ surrounded by it
finna drop some fire soon hope you people buy it…

yup…

- dee 2094 lyrics

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