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lirik lagu another day – g herbo

[intro]
gang!
louie what’chu on bro?

[verse 1: lil herb]
another day, another body droppin’
if i go broke then i’mma rob somebody
a fragile body can’t survive a shotty
pump a n-gga, i’ll slump a n-gga
and i been shot at by a bunch a n-ggas
but i’ll still never run from a n-gga
catch a n-gga hollows flyin’ for dem n-ggas
50 hit every last one of n-ggas
got some old heads that’ll slump a n-gga
but you still can get k!lled by my younger n-ggas
my young n-ggas hungry, put ’em on a l!ck
and they’ll take every last thing from a n-gga
i got hittas wit’ me rollin’ off a flat
now it’s hittas in me, ridin’ wit’ this 30
i might high speed, so i think that i might go get me a hemi
lil bro gotta 30 now it’s me and 60
we ain’t goin’ in ’til them b-tches empty
mally tryna make his glock go empty
ridin’ on them oppers but they block so empty
kobe make me wanna catch a body
seeking for revenge, but that’s not forgiveness
my n-ggas ridin’ wit’ it, they on business
shoot a brick a hunnid times, put that on guiness
my hittas know they don’t condone the snitchin’
f-ck a trial, broski dome the witness!
lookin’ for them n-ggas, why they keep sneak dissin’
see him in the field, up the nickel
n-ggas act like they pretendin’
b-tch i’m in the field wit’ the steel
n-ggas say they wanna k!ll me, act like they forgettin’
lil bro keep a glock wit’ 30 shots for any block
wit’ red beams to help them pay attention

[verse 2: king louie]
another day, another dollar for me
wake up and get to the money
money on me so that tool is on me
if i want him gone, i’ll put money on ’em
aks wit’ them hunnids in ’em
let ’em up, bring out the runner in ’em
ion bop i do the money dance
pack louder than an ambulance
i be goin’ dumb wit’ my big head friends
them new hun duns make me feelin’ friends
i spend h-lla bands on my robin jeans
gotta get this green by any means
cop k!llas in the magazines
from the block to the magazines
i’m mike, yo b-tch billie jean
make her best friend l!ck her belly ring
my life like a belly scene
catch me flexin’ in that pelle thing
b-tches want me like a wedding ring
no answer i just let it ring
no time to talk baby ‘tml’
and ion set up no voicemail
m.o.b. ’til i d-i-e
wit’ a beam on tha heat, i could shoot a bee
shoot a creep in the eye and tell ’em, “see”
i told yo dumb-ss not to f-ck wit’ me
no love for a b-tch i just f-ck and leave
she just suckin’ d-ck, and she ugly
i’m sick of gettin’ bands i got counterflu
k!llas a hit up a carnival
get shot h-lla times like its lots of you
we doa they can’t doctor you

- g herbo

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