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lirik lagu broad day – cbg montana

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intro:
roll that gbg4 up, blunt bigger then that fatboy out of bando
(interlude)
(i got mikey, we f*ck sh*t up)

(chorus):
out the window, broad day with the drac’, trying to bury n*ggas
all in public, mean mugging, the f*ck is you scaring, n*gga
7.62, it knock out that boy lung, switch on the glock so i added a drum
did him like ricky, that boy tried to run, tell jay hit a block, he gon’ spin it for fun
get caught with your mama, we poppin’ her too, you know how my young n*gga like to do

(verse:)
do the dash in a scat, get the f*ck out my way, tryna merge in my lane, might f*ck around and crash
pop out, do a n*gga like his mama shoulda did, f*ck a belt, boy i’m tryn’ put this switch on his ass
from the bottom of the barrel, they doubting me, seen how i ran it up, they tryna come back around
tell them they cool, but i’m so d*mn shiesty, i get in rеal good and i’m taking them down
hit the road for that money, back door him, i’m slimе
bows in the trunk, we gon’ cut up in traffic, if the jakes, hit the lights, and try to get behind
freaky lil’ hoe, got her throwing up five, d*ck her down from the back, she feel it in her spine
head on collision, ain’t dodging no wreck, b*tch, i’m three to the grave, know i’m crashing bout mine
the opps just like nemo, they so hard to find
how you a trapper, and never touched a ten? how you got money, holding out your hand?
if lil’ snoop want a cake on you, know i’m gon’ bake it, if i catch lil’ ton lack, like a blunt i’m gone face him
why they capping on wacks, n*gga, let’s speak facts, they ain’t never k!lled nothing, man, all them n*ggas p*ssy
broad day with the drac’ nut got headtapped, left his brain in his lap, look like some sh*t out a movie
scary ass n*gga, watched your brother die, your mama got k!lled you still ain’t slide
most your members dead, that ain’t no lie, your gang went extinct, so you linked with 2tymes
shake ass, n*gga, steady dope popping, having no motion, having no bodies
laquarries got k!lled, then the n*gga died about it, the ones who was trolling got hit with fye bout it
hop out, run down, b*tch, you know that i wack sh*t
gunning for you, but your brother got hit
put lil’ ant in the blunt, now i’m choking and sh*t
catch your mama and make her beg to live, b*tch
smoking on peanut, got me augh heart attack
troll all you want sh*t, ain’t bringing your brother back
b*tch, troll all you want sh*t, ain’t bringing your brother back
(chorus):
out the window, broad day with the drac’, trying to bury n*ggas
all in public, mean mugging, the f*ck is you scaring, n*gga
7.62, it knock out that boy lung, switch on the glock so i added a drum
did him like ricky, that boy tried to run, tell jay hit a block, he gon’ spin it for fun
get caught with your mama, we poppin’ her too, you know how my young n*gga like to do

(outro):
ayy, ayy, you know how my young n*gga like to do
get caught with your mama, little n*gga, we popping your mama too
ayy, 3l, 3l, 3l, 3l, 3l, 3l, 3l, 3l, 3l, cbg, 3lyfe, 3l lil’ b*tch

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