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DAYDREAM (feat. K.I) Video (MV)




Performed By: J.Yung
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Joel Bär




J.Yung - DAYDREAM (feat. K.I) Lyrics




Ah, ah, ah, yeah
Ugh, Ugh
Brüeder ja sie suckt min cock
Und ich jump jetzt up
Uf die f*cking stage ja

Ey, JYUNG bout to
(ugh, ugh, ugh yeah, yeah)
JYUNG bout to (what, what)
JYUNG bout to what
JYUNG bout to nut
JYUNG bout to what, what

God, please save me

I need a daydream of perkys
No, oh no, no, no
JYUNG always poppin' on that shit
Yeah, you know im high

Whoa, yeah
Hallelujah, yeah
Yeah, now I got that perkys, yeah
Oh, I got that Birkin Bag, yeah
For my f*cking bitch, yeah, know what im sayin'

I got the cash, (coo, coo)
I got the motherf*ckin' lean in the back
I'm sippin' the act, (act)
The wock got me hittin' my chest
I can't even breathe
I be smokin' gas
Purple gas, you know, (gas, gas)
Can never see that
Can never see that
I got so much cash
I got duffel bags full of this shit
(Benjamins on my, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, my bro, he got so much cheese, (cheese)
You know, yeah , you know
I rock that Louis, Gucci
And the f*cking Louboutins
Ay, you know, (yeah you know)

Ay, yeah fosho
Karma's in my back
Yeah, I'm grippin' on your bitch, yo, (woo, woo)
Yeah, you're a f*ckin' bitch

I don't give a shit what you sayin
Yeah, on god, whoa (slatt)
Ey, for sure
I told my best friend
He gon meet me at the store, yo
Ayy, hop out, of my f*ckin' R5
SRT, bro, yo
Ayy, nah that bitch ain't your brodie
What the f*ck, yo
Ayy, what you got
Keepin' up that store
Ayy, gonna pour a four
Yeah, gonna show me your f*ckin' tool, ey

I got no Pro Tools, yeah
Do this shit on FL
Cause I need that f*ckin' shit, yeah
I got that vision in my head
I need to be f*ckin' rich, yeah, (coo, coo)

(Yeah you know that shit)
(Yeah)
(Yeah you know that shit)

I be singin' that shit
Straight off my head
Oh my god, I got the swag

I'm rockin' Balenci, (Lenci)
We walkin' around, with the drip
I call it expensive
You know it's expensive
Cost so much
Like your girl house, (woah)
Yeah, doin' the dash, uh

Like your f*cking house, yeah
Ayy, ???
Ayy
Why you lookin' at me all that wrong
I do nothing wrong

I got my stick in that ???
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Ah, ah, ah, yeah
Ugh, Ugh
Brüeder ja sie suckt min cock
Und ich jump jetzt up
Uf die f*cking stage ja

Ey, JYUNG bout to
(ugh, ugh, ugh yeah, yeah)
JYUNG bout to (what, what)
JYUNG bout to what
JYUNG bout to nut
JYUNG bout to what, what

God, please save me

I need a daydream of perkys
No, oh no, no, no
JYUNG always poppin' on that shit
Yeah, you know im high

Whoa, yeah
Hallelujah, yeah
Yeah, now I got that perkys, yeah
Oh, I got that Birkin Bag, yeah
For my f*cking bitch, yeah, know what im sayin'

I got the cash, (coo, coo)
I got the motherf*ckin' lean in the back
I'm sippin' the act, (act)
The wock got me hittin' my chest
I can't even breathe
I be smokin' gas
Purple gas, you know, (gas, gas)
Can never see that
Can never see that
I got so much cash
I got duffel bags full of this shit
(Benjamins on my, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, my bro, he got so much cheese, (cheese)
You know, yeah , you know
I rock that Louis, Gucci
And the f*cking Louboutins
Ay, you know, (yeah you know)

Ay, yeah fosho
Karma's in my back
Yeah, I'm grippin' on your bitch, yo, (woo, woo)
Yeah, you're a f*ckin' bitch

I don't give a shit what you sayin
Yeah, on god, whoa (slatt)
Ey, for sure
I told my best friend
He gon meet me at the store, yo
Ayy, hop out, of my f*ckin' R5
SRT, bro, yo
Ayy, nah that bitch ain't your brodie
What the f*ck, yo
Ayy, what you got
Keepin' up that store
Ayy, gonna pour a four
Yeah, gonna show me your f*ckin' tool, ey

I got no Pro Tools, yeah
Do this shit on FL
Cause I need that f*ckin' shit, yeah
I got that vision in my head
I need to be f*ckin' rich, yeah, (coo, coo)

(Yeah you know that shit)
(Yeah)
(Yeah you know that shit)

I be singin' that shit
Straight off my head
Oh my god, I got the swag

I'm rockin' Balenci, (Lenci)
We walkin' around, with the drip
I call it expensive
You know it's expensive
Cost so much
Like your girl house, (woah)
Yeah, doin' the dash, uh

Like your f*cking house, yeah
Ayy, ???
Ayy
Why you lookin' at me all that wrong
I do nothing wrong

I got my stick in that ???
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Writer: Joel Bär
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