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Freddie Gibbs - The Next Day Lyrics



Freddie Gibbs - The Next Day Lyrics
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[ Featuring Madlib, Oh No ]

Yeah (whoa)
Kane Train Baby (yeah baby)
Swimming in this bitch (yeah)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pulling stunts in my GTR
'99 Dolomite in my momma VCR
I'm in Miami found, loot with Keisha and Tiara
I keep my foreign parked on V street with somebody daughter
Chipping of the block your whole background photo shopped (yeah)
Pulled up in a drop I got both choppers in Robocop
Trying to see if I'mma bust a play on your hoe or not
'Cause last time I beat she was like (oh yeah), uh
Loud pipes, big rims, woadie that's my lifestyle
I still neglect hoe, prestos off white now (the next day)
Same nigga different rank
Bird whipping, kitchen stank
Dropped it off the top, boy I be kicking shit like Billy Blanks
City didn't clean, I might do white stuff like Billy hoe
She gave the pussy up and then sleepover that's a give and go
She gave the kitty cat to my nigga, now that's an alley oop
Within a year or two a dumb ball player gonna marry you
Y'all can have her though
Ay, Kane train baby

Uh, I skipped the college, split the college
Biggest, Christopher Wallace, rims is polished
Seat dirty, pushed the mileage, pulled the collars
Now it's cool as the Fonz and and Impalas, but more brolic
Call it how I see it, who want it? That knock chompers
That long smoke holders, straight bonkers, all knockers
Your chick got shot to the vodka arm like oppers for the doctor
I fix it real proper, no better offer
I got a lab in the office where I was sharper
Kinda shit, I chef as Hell, I making the soul darker
See all you get is that raw from here
I got the fiends in party like (oh yeah)
Shit we f*cking dumbin' out
Brought cousins out from every route
Looking at the amount before we bounce (the next day)
I got the smoke clouds thick in the club
Back to the house, f*cking with somebody's spouse
Eat breakfast and then I'm out

Good looking out for the wealthies though
Doc know, MadGibbs
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Yeah (whoa)
Kane Train Baby (yeah baby)
Swimming in this bitch (yeah)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pulling stunts in my GTR
'99 Dolomite in my momma VCR
I'm in Miami found, loot with Keisha and Tiara
I keep my foreign parked on V street with somebody daughter
Chipping of the block your whole background photo shopped (yeah)
Pulled up in a drop I got both choppers in Robocop
Trying to see if I'mma bust a play on your hoe or not
'Cause last time I beat she was like (oh yeah), uh
Loud pipes, big rims, woadie that's my lifestyle
I still neglect hoe, prestos off white now (the next day)
Same nigga different rank
Bird whipping, kitchen stank
Dropped it off the top, boy I be kicking shit like Billy Blanks
City didn't clean, I might do white stuff like Billy hoe
She gave the pussy up and then sleepover that's a give and go
She gave the kitty cat to my nigga, now that's an alley oop
Within a year or two a dumb ball player gonna marry you
Y'all can have her though
Ay, Kane train baby

Uh, I skipped the college, split the college
Biggest, Christopher Wallace, rims is polished
Seat dirty, pushed the mileage, pulled the collars
Now it's cool as the Fonz and and Impalas, but more brolic
Call it how I see it, who want it? That knock chompers
That long smoke holders, straight bonkers, all knockers
Your chick got shot to the vodka arm like oppers for the doctor
I fix it real proper, no better offer
I got a lab in the office where I was sharper
Kinda shit, I chef as Hell, I making the soul darker
See all you get is that raw from here
I got the fiends in party like (oh yeah)
Shit we f*cking dumbin' out
Brought cousins out from every route
Looking at the amount before we bounce (the next day)
I got the smoke clouds thick in the club
Back to the house, f*cking with somebody's spouse
Eat breakfast and then I'm out

Good looking out for the wealthies though
Doc know, MadGibbs
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Writer: Otis Lee Jackson, Fredrick Tipton, Michael Woodrow Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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