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jesse glover / day-date - geechy lyrics

intro]
kung fu sound effects

yea, you know this how the job sound like when it’s properly done
we get hired to k!ll so, we can’t accept payment until the job is properly done
you feel me?

[verse 1]
sending n*ggas to the mortician (uh)
i won’t stop until forbes listing
until the arms glisten
like sean john jump suits, and we calm living (what else)
im just out here doing gods business
i been a prophecy, and you know there ain’t no stopping me (no)
could tie my hands behind my back, you still couldn’t box with me (what up n*gga)
i got dreams of me in the coupe, but i’m in thе drop with 3
me and 2 b*tches, but therе’s only one c*ck to please (ha*ha)
you feel me?
i guess not, you sun yue shooting his best shot
i’m deadpool with head shots
it’s nothing but red dots (paa)
my haitian n*gga saying sak pase
the red testarossa, the seats is like flan brûlée
(meannnnnn)
i think i really gotta car addiction
really got a broad addiction
had to me make some hard decisions
i was broke as f*ck, down and out
felt like god was missing
i’m here now to all my doubters man you all forgiven
[outro]
yea, to all my doubters man you all forgiven
you know i can’t even blame you man
you know

[part 2: day*date]

[intro]
i’m only like seven degrees away from my dreams
just know we close
yea, just bring the h*rns in man you know
yea, ayo sy man i love it when you give me sh*t that sound like this
just bring the h*rns in man
one take, yea
look!

[verse 1]
pop the bottle and let the champagne toast fill the room
spend it while you here cuz ain’t no way it’s gon fill your tomb
truth be told man i’m just letting loose
you apply for street credit every month and still can’t get approved (oooouuuuu)
that’s just y’all reality for the most part
my life’s a movie man sometimes i let these b*tches co*star (dats true)
told her i rather go chase my dream she said i had no heart (she did)
but she still down to sea me anytime just like a coast guard (dats facts)
the passport was made by goyard (ah)
it’s a lot of bread over here n*gga the diet ain’t low carb (catch up n*gga)
you know
17 years behind these bars, i done served a dime
blood stone on a day*date dial
this the perfect time

- geechy lyrics

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