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one day - style 17 lyrics

{verse 1}
sipping on this cup till i p-ss out
throwing bands at a stripper till i cash out
hitting licks on a daily then we dash out
percs popping on my tongue till i black out

{verse 2}
ice on the ground, i call it snow
this drip make me drown, but stay afloat
walking around, fear of god toes
don’t make a sound, under your nose
all of this money we let it all fly
i’m winning, you’re losing don’t call it a tie
got earl, we climbing right up to the sky
this is my dream that i’ll live till i die

{verse 3}
they call me a shooter
break your ankle scooter
chilling like a cooler
moonlight cause i’m lunar
visiting my jeweler
chained up gold and silver
you know that we’re polar
kings wrapped up in thick fur
the world i conquer
my horse is white, listen to it purr
switch to sixth gear life looking like a blur
pull up hear a skrr
that’s my chauffeur
frozen b-tter on my wrist
spread with baguettes
watch it sparkle like the mist
watch it drip like it’s wet

{verse 4}
gold watch, gold chain
fancy cars, diamond ring
sub-zero ap
you cross me, fatality
scorpion rollie
ask your girl if she knows me
i beat up the beat like this motherf-cker stole from me
you standing too close
i’m getting dough
stand on my money feel like manute bol
lte we going coast to coast
we finna hit the function, say grace and toast
when we all walk in, we running sh-t
they pay attention don’t call us the feds
they hang on to every word
i wish a sorry motherf-cker really would
to each and every f-cking rapper in the game
consider this as a warning we finna make our name
and ima end my verse right on the ding

{verse 5}
smoking that tree till we all getting baked
vvs real and i’ll still cop a wraith
shopping feels free make no mistake
it ain’t my birthday but i’ll bring home the cake
cold makes me freeze, collect like a rake
leaves on the ground like it’s halloween day
big red leaf not from the states
my money is maple and it’s sweet to the taste
telling your girl to bring all of her friends
just having some fun and i’ll throw in some tens
my diamonds so clear that i don’t need a lens
i do what the crackers would call a full send
this guap keep on coming i don’t see an end
10 on my wrist keep calling me ben
she doing the snow just hop on a sled
this drip keep her wet like a jetski again

- style 17 lyrics

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