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Clavish - Day Date (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clavish
Clavish
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R14
R14
Songwriter
G-icy Da flex
G-icy Da flex
Songwriter
Cian Wright
Cian Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R14
R14
Producer
G-icy Da flex
G-icy Da flex
Additional Producer
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(R14) It wasn't me, I don't know the cheffer Me and Crash, you know the pressure I used to be broke, remember? Should I cop the Day Date or The Dweller? .45, this is not a Beretta Drop the roof, depending the weather Strokin' it slow, makin' her wetter All of my hoes push P for pleasure It wasn't me, I don't know the cheffer Me and Crash, you know the pressure I used to be broke, remember? Should I cop the Day Date or The Dweller? .45, this is not a Beretta Drop the roof, depending the weather Strokin' it slow, makin' her wetter All of my hoes push P for pleasure I hate on the ones, I hit from shows try rekindle, girl, don't be silly They say I ain't put in no work The man there got more jokes than Chunkz and Filly Two Rambo knives and three machines in the car, that's risky Big bro protectin' himself, protected too cah he got the thingy If rap don't work, it ain't back to the drawin' board, it's back to servin' Wi-Fi on the plane, but she wanna argue, I told her, "I got no service" I said, "I'll buy my mum a crib before I buy any bitch a bag", I'm guilty Cah if I'm in the wrong, I'm due to buy some shoes and purses My nigga don't play for Chelsea He's always with Reece James and Mason Mount My come up was real, I used to get spots on my face from Jamie's couch A nine of each, I'ma tag that down, pray feds don't run up in Jamie's house I can do Day Dates now, told my youngin' if it ain't a K, don't count Told my Brentwood one "Sit down," she got more attitude than Chloe Brockett Mason just phoned me, said, "I'm in the charts again, but I'm not even bothered" Remember, never had ting you could fit in your hand, tell NB "Bring out the shotty" That could've been a GBH case, that was years ago, and I'm still not sorry Interview room, not sayin', been a stubborn yute since St. Ignatius The burner jam, shit, now I gotta put blades in backs even though I'm famous C-L-A-V, so she want a taste, nah, I'm not takin' her out I don't go on dates, especially ones in the day unless, that's 40 racks for the face It wasn't me, I don't know the cheffer Me and Crash, you know the pressure I used to be broke, remember? Should I cop the Day Date or The Dweller? .45, this is not a Beretta Drop the roof, depending the weather Strokin' it slow, makin' her wetter All of my hoes push P for pleasure It wasn't me, I don't know the cheffer Me and Crash, you know the pressure I used to be broke, remember? Should I cop the Day Date or The Dweller? .45, this is not a Beretta Drop the roof, depending the weather Strokin' it slow, makin' her wetter All of my hoes push P for pleasure
Writer(s): Rhys Harley, Cian Francis William Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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