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cliche - sy ari da kid lyrics

[chorus]
i can’t lie
i go up
i turn up with all my n-ggas
we like b-tches
i mean women
we pop bottles
they roll up
same old sh-t
swear this life is everlasting
people tell me that i’m different
don’t look at me like i’m tripping
i’m grown up
sometimes i just wanna live cliche
sometimes a n-gga wanna be cliche
some days i just wanna do me, babe

[verse 1]
i’m back on my sh-t again
i’m going in again
let’s go for the win again
i do what i feel like whenever i feel like
i might f-ck your b-tch again
i might drop the top on the whip again
broke n-ggas thinking they rich again
with all of this money i’m making, hoe i think that i’m mitch again
yeah, i gotta snapchat this
i need some n-ggas i can backtrack with
f-ck the fake sh-t, y’all can have that sh-t
don’t cuff that hoe, n-gga, p-ss that b-tch
y’all had that b-tch
hide the money, don’t flash that sh-t
got a pistol in the car right now
my own n-ggas don’t even know i have that sh-t
yeah, when you work for yourself
got your mondays feeling like your fridays
living in the fast lane
trying to do a buck forty in the driveway
i might just have me a water
i got to feel like the water
can’t f-ck around
let’s go all in
late nights
they saying good morning

[verse 2]
you ain’t gotta listen to me
i notice i’m not your man
no, i do not give a d-mn
and if we ain’t on good terms
you can not ride with my fam
you can’t say hi to my fam
just say goodbye to my fam
won’t let you lie to my fam
cause you ain’t gone die for my fam
you ain’t at the table to break down the pie for my fam
first cl-ss flying
chilling with the pilot
switch climates
got a tenant that can buy it
she wanna buy it and buy it just wanna buy it
everything for the sale
come and try it
higher the volume
wu-tang trying
head working
h-ll yeah n-gga fire
he say i ain’t the god
then that n-gga lying
i said i’m the god not god
n-gga, i am
a legend a legend
i say that i say that
i meant it
my partner he just caught a sentence
all my n-ggas with me with them racks and playing tennis
just got back from houston they no longer ride on spinners
pull up in that sprinter n-gga looking like it’s rented
beamer coupe i don’t get along with the ceiling
i ain’t really f-cking with the songs i don’t feel it

- sy ari da kid lyrics

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