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  • The Kid Daytona – Lately

    ["You live and you learn"]

    The Kid Daytona:

    [Verse One]:
    You must learn
    Stick your head in a flame and it will burn
    Stand in the way of a train and get hurt
    Pay what you [?] don’t underestimate words
    For what it’s worth
    I gotta get the paper
    For yesterday’s news and for what today births
    And if that’s problem so be it
    ‘Cus nothing get’s worse than seein’
    Niggas eatin’ in your face when you’re starvin’
    Like how you keep up in a race when you’re doggin’
    Better late then never they say remain confident
    When offices is late with they offers
    And radio they left New York for Atlanta, like Crawford
    How can I not panic?
    Lord forgive, give me your ears holla if you hear me talkin’
    I’m finding it hard to keep the faith
    On the stage with the monitors off, can you relate?
    Chicks, that I seen today, be really all the same
    I interchange the name [?]
    But committment never came no longer than seven months
    ‘Cus that bitch named ‘Fame’ always seem to interrupt
    And I’m chasin’ a [?] with it
    Might be past that
    These rap acts got this shit lookin’ like Katt Stacks
    Whorin’ it out my worries are my concern
    Before the jury is out I gotta learn, face first

    [Hook]:
    I used to not know a thing
    But I knew what it was
    Found out a few things and it’s only because
    I’m tryna live for as long as I want
    And not what for as long as I live
    Now if you feel what I feel say what (say what)
    And if you feel how I feel say what (say what)
    Keep it movin’ don’t wait your turn (why’s that?)
    You live and you learn (you live and you learn)

    [Verse Two]:
    You must learn
    What they do is not my concern
    He who remains cool [?]
    Hey, I break through it and see it all
    Moving place of all from
    The fake shit basic, small change
    And fall with your greatness, face and hall of fame
    Ignore the rain, even when it’s pouring
    Keep at least one eye on it
    CBS, Katie Couric
    The news they report it, or maybe not
    A baby shot on [?] while the neighbours watch
    Jamie Foxx the situation, play blind
    To it all no snitching in the ghetto (as you recall)
    Came on 60 minutes serial killers on 4E
    Rather move away then call police
    That’s what happens when you’re raised in the Beast
    The stomach of it, no waving white flag for peace
    My grandmother played the number, dollar and a dream
    My niggas hoping for a come-up, plot and then they scheme
    And that’s how it be, I just wanna be me
    Word to Tiger Woods goatee
    Mostly this what I came away with
    Trusting niggas is [?]
    But um, a thug changes
    And love changes
    And best friends become strangers

    [Hook]:
    I used to not know a thing
    But I knew what it was
    Found out a few things and it’s only because
    I’m tryna live for as long as I want
    And not what for as long as I live
    Now if you feel what I feel say what (say what)
    And if you feel how I feel say what (say what)
    Keep it movin’ don’t wait your turn (why’s that?)
    You live and you learn (you live and you learn)


  • MIKE WILL MADE IT – Gucci On My lyrics

    Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom
    Mike WiLL Made-It

    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

    Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
    My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
    I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
    21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
    Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
    Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
    VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
    Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
    Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
    Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

    G’d up in that Gucci
    Boo’d up with your hoochie
    Shhhh
    Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
    YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
    YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
    YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
    Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
    Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
    The FN, FN fuck ’em up
    Under my designer, tucked
    Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
    I need me, need a boss bitch
    One that take dick and talk shit
    No weave, I’d rather her bald head

    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

    50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
    Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
    Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
    Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
    Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
    Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
    My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
    He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
    The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
    Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
    Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
    50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

    Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
    Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
    Jalapeño, block is hot
    Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
    Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
    Put a four up in the pop (Act)
    So much Gucci on me
    Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
    Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
    Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
    Draco make his heart stop
    Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
    Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
    In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
    Heard you had to give the bread back
    ‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

    Offset! Ayy!
    Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
    Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
    Not good, I’m Gucci
    Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
    My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
    I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
    Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
    Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
    I remember you used to be good on me
    Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
    Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
    You know we on top, it is no tie
    I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
    Make the brick disappear, voilà
    Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
    I’m shittin’ on niggas like caw-caw

    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

    Mike WiLL Made It
    Ransom
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga


  • Mike WiLL Made It – Gucci On My (feat. 21 Savage, YG & Migos)

    [Intro: 21 Savage]
    Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom

    Mike WiLL Made-It

    [Chorus: 21 Savage]
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

    [Verse 1: 21 Savage (YG)]
    Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
    My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
    I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
    21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
    Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
    Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
    VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
    Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
    Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
    Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

    [Chorus: 21 Savage (YG)]
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

    [Verse 2: YG (21 Savage, Kamaiyah)]
    G’d up in that Gucci
    Boo’d up with your hoochie
    Shhhh
    Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
    YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
    YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
    YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
    Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
    Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
    The FN, FN fuck ’em up
    Under my designer, tucked
    Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
    I need me, need a boss bitch
    One that take dick and talk shit
    No weave, I’d rather her bald head

    [Chorus: 21 Savage (Quavo)]
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

    [Verse 3: Quavo]
    50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
    Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
    Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
    Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
    Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
    Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
    My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
    He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
    The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
    Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
    Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
    50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

    [Verse 4: Takeoff]
    Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
    Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
    Jalapeño, block is hot
    Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
    Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
    Put a four up in the pop (Act)
    So much Gucci on me
    Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
    Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
    Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
    Draco make his heart stop (rah)
    Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
    Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
    In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
    Heard you had to give the bread back
    ‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

    [Verse 5: Offset]
    Offset! Ayy
    Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
    Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
    Not good, I’m Gucci
    Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
    My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
    I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
    Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
    Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
    I remember you used to be good on me
    Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
    Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
    You know we on top, it is no tie
    I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
    Make the brick disappear, voilà
    Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
    I’m shittin’ on niggas like ca-ca

    [Chorus: 21 Savage]
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

    [Outro]
    Mike WiLL Made It
    Ransom
    Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga