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Artist: Strangeluv
Total songs: 1
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A Day In The Life Of A G From Dallas Lyrics - Singles - Strangeluv

Chorus 

 

It's just a day in the life of a G from Dallas, day in the life for me 

All day in the studio banging these beats all night running in these streets 

(repeat) 

 

Verse 1 

 

Nigga roll the weed up 

Shit's about to heat up 

Hit the club dipped looking for a dip to beat up 

It's Saturday so you know I had to clean the jeep up 

I see ya, fake niggas try your best to keep up 

But it's a mission impossible mutha fuckas let's be logical 

And keep that courage you got stirring in the bottle 

Or it'll be granted 

Nigga your death wish for fuckin with me, unlike your dirt weed seeds, you'll be planted 

I got flocks and flocks of hard rocks to start an avalanche 

And enough hoes to give all you hoes a table dance 

You can call me hypnotist under the circumstance 

Strangeluv leaving all you bitches in a trance 

 

Verse 2 

 

I'm taking off like I'm taking over 

When you see me in the Rover 

In the fast lane pull over to the shoulder (nigga) 

Cause I'm a roller and a rider 

Sitting on chrome 22s them spinning chicken exciters 

You know how hoes do when they see brand new shoes 

Used twenties nigga just won't do 

It feels good when you're broke and they just want you 

It feels better with the cheddar in a V-1-2 

I'm red-letter so that makes a nigga better 

Before you start bumping that shit you better get your shit together (nigga) 

Don't wanna hear 'bout what yo ass ain't got 

I drop bombs that'll rock your whole block my nigga 

 

Verse 3 

 

Never trust no one no ho ones no niggas no pals 

On my own shit cause these wack niggas are foul 

Gotta watch 'em 

Everybody's scheming so I gotta blotch 'em 

9mms niggas don't gotta cock 'em 

See my copping this rocket to fame 

Wading through these cloudy rowdy niggas blocking my aim 

See I came from the gutter the dark 

A nigga never stutter, cause I spit it straight from the heart (Yo) 

And I ain't got time for jokers 

Gotta stay on my grind man, try to keep my focus 

In this fast life 

Gotta get it done before it's past life 

Times like these, make me wanna blast these ass wipes 

And take 'em to another level 

Then torch 'em leave their noses swollen like Geppetto 

Because this shit ain't settled 

Are you remember?



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