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PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Dunkins
George Dunkins
Performer
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Dunkins
George Dunkins
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, ay, okay Daylight (Daylight) Know what she into, know what bae like (Know what bae like) Only fucked her twice, don't know what she taste like (What she taste) I fuck her rough, she tell me play nice, play nice, but I can't I got that Glock and it's on me, but this ain't play time I told my bitch "If she want me, she gotta make time" Don't listen to bitches, can't hear it through the grapevine Fake guys, they try, but they can't stop me 'cause they lyin' Ay, I woke up said my prayers Smoked a blunt, I gotta stay high (Gotta stay high) Came a long way from breakin' in houses I used to live the take life (I used to live the take life) Turned my life around and I swear it made me Feel good inside (It made me feel good inside) Yeah, ay, if you want it, you gotta get it (Go, go, go, get it) If you started on the come up, you gotta finish (You gotta finish) Used to dream about some money Had it on my wish-list (On my wish-list) I was taking out change, dimes, quarters, pennies I don't know if he is a witness, I might have to kill him Every hundo that we get, yo7u know we gotta conceal it I made falling off look cool 'cause I got these millions (Millions) And I been that nigga since school, ask my auntie children, (yeah) They gotta feel this (yeah) I was broke, now I'm rich (yeah) Stuff a hundred thousand in my bitch pocket She can't sit down, she a walking lick now And I don't blame my opponents (Yeah) She got a thing for the homies I told bae don't wait on me 'cause I'll be home later by- Daylight (Daylight) Know what she into, know what bae like (Know what bae like) Only fucked her twice, don't know what she taste like (What she taste) I fuck her rough, she tell me play nice, play nice, but I can't I got that Glock and it's on me, but this ain't play time I told my bitch "If she want me, she gotta make time" Don't listen to bitches, can't hear it through the grapevine Fake guys, they try, but they can't stop me Baby, hold on Ay, I wanted to fuck you, but you made a nigga wait for so long And I hate when you listen to your friends They just need a lot to go wrong(lot to go wrong) But I hate to be the reason you cry (The reason that you cry) Ay, if you want it, come see me (See) Nigga, we was gettin' money when we was peewees (we peewees) I already fucked her twice, why she want a three-peat? She plugged me in that with work, so I call her riri I had to tell that bitch "Don't squirt, cause I know that's pee-pee" All this water, I might drown, looking like a deep sea And she said she not gon' turn up 'til she hear that Chief Keef You say you a vegetarian, but still a freak, freak I'm gon' make you switch your diet up, gon' make you eat meat Addies got me paying attention, ho, but you can't teach me Told that lil' boy, "Better stop playing me with, I'm no fefe" We been blinded by that money, that's the only thing we see We gon' keep grinding 'til it's Daylight (Daylight) Know what she into, know what bae like (Know what bae like) Only fucked her twice, don't know what she taste like (What she taste) I fuck her rough, she tell me play nice, play nice, but I can't I got that Glock and it's on me, but this ain't play time I told my bitch "If she want me, she gotta make time" Don't listen to bitches, can't hear it through the grapevine Fake guys, they try, but they can't stop me cause they lyin'
Writer(s): Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson, Donald Mckinley Glover Ii, George Clinton, William Earl Collins, Gary Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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