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young drummer boy – days like this كلمات اغاني

[chorus: young drummer boy]
my momma told me there’ll be days like this
that’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my cl!ck
you better pray to god if i bang my wrist
i don’t like my old hoe, man f_ck that b_tch
my momma told me there’ll be days like this
that’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my cl!ck
you better pray to god if i bang my wrist
i don’t like my old hoe, man f_ck that b_tch

[verse 1: young drummer boy]
these m_th_f_ckas out here snitching, they some cops
everyday i gotta shootout with the opps
look, i got a bag full of money, that’s a lot
look, i bang the hood man you know i never stop
look, yo i’m really on a mission
free the homies, man i swear i really miss ‘em
haters talking i don’t really pay attеntion
man i done so much dirt
that i don’t even gotta mеntion
ay tell that b_tch to bring the coke in
i get the bag then you know i am adiós_ing
think you f_cking with me
b_tch you must be smoking
if she act sus then you know i ain’t talking
look, b_tch i had to double up just for my kids
i really grew up in the hood
that’s where i live
even if i had to get it out a b_tch
man i bang the whole clip
i swear to god i take the risk, look
[chorus: young drummer boy]
my momma told me there’ll be days like this
that’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my cl!ck
you better pray to god if i bang my wrist
i don’t like my old hoe, man f_ck that b_tch
my momma told me there’ll be days like this
that’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my cl!ck
you better pray to god if i bang my wrist
i don’t like my old hoe, man f_ck that b_tch

[verse 2: rj]
on nights like this i wish
i wish i had my n_ggas that i miss
.762’s i won’t miss
b_tch don’t block your blessings
try to be sl!ck
turn all your dreams to fruition
be careful you get what you wishin’
50 .308’s i ain’t missing
(boom boom boom boom)
way to k!lla, b_tch i’m a homicide dripper
shang zhu stripper, she sucked a soul out a n_gga
raised the roof, took off the top
popped her nipples
baby ruth took her home then had a triple
threesome_threesome pop another pink one
each one teach one, she sucking out the pre_cum
we don’t do the cheap ones
we pay it how we weigh it up
big juice and drummer got ‘em jumping til i’m laid up
f_ck a n_gga head up with this chopper that i’m choking
big blood n_gga but these pockets tiny loccing
momma caught me smoking, whoop my ass that ain’t stop me
taught me how to sneak more
great minds think more
k9’s and be more, stress minds will before
fiends blowing out the door like it c4
fam 1st ommio, b_tch we high forever
b_tch [?] a barrio color cayenne peppers
2 baby mommas, i don’t claim no b_tch
pops i wish you were alive for these days live this
put my diamonds on a scale
i’m trying to weigh my wrist
yo my crimey’s out of jail
and put a k on a snitch
[chorus: young drummer boy]
my momma told me there’ll be days like this
that’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my cl!ck
you better pray to god if i bang my wrist
i don’t like my old hoe, man f_ck that b_tch
my momma told me there’ll be days like this
that’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my cl!ck
you better pray to god if i bang my wrist
i don’t like my old hoe, man f_ck that b_tch

- young drummer boy

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