paroles de chanson Broad Day - pyroswrldd

(Jumpin' out broad day, my brudda fuck with you the long way)
(Jumpin' out broad day, drugs I'm knowin' this the wrong way)
(Yeah)
Jumpin' out broad day
If you my brudda, fuck wit' you the long way
I cope with drugs, I'm knowin' this the wrong way
Soon they gon' see me walking on the runway
We with the model bitches, and the broads
We got some foreign hoes, and some cars
She threw it back I had to fuckin' pause (Holy shit)
Man that shit had me droppin' my jaw

I'm with the squad
Just like I'm Fetty Wap
I hit the scene, pocket bussin' with plenty guap
All these bitches been hoes and that's jus' how it goes so I really ain't chillin' with many thots
No wonder you cloned him, you the son of my son you a whole damn MiniBot
That boy he is not on my radar, I'm not worried that boy a whole damn MiniOpp
Plenty talk, they don't talk when the glock shot
Plenty hot, they not hot when the block hot
I'm wit' my bruddas we spin yo block in a hotrod
I spin his block like a carousel (Fuck!)
Windows down, two shots to the head, I done made that boy die like farewell
We goin' up like a stairwell
You ain't connect no shots like a Bluetooth ain't pair well
I seen this shit in my vision, and no I'm not trippin
I can't even re-up on my goddamn prescription, cause my plug be trippin
Drugs be the only thing that make me feel like I'm living
So we catch him slipping, it's up
They sippin' beer it look like someone pissed in they cup
You beat the pussy up wrong
Last bitch said you left the kitty hissin' or sumn
Sip on Patron
Bad bitch tryna take off the VLONE
Ion even know what drugs that we on
I just been on some shit that that boy will never be on
I took me a whole now I'm seeing in neon
Try me get rocked like Leon
Run up, it get hot like the heat on
I just been ten toes, always gotta have my feet on
Never fuckin' wit these peons (Nah!)

Jumpin' out broad day
If you my brudda, fuck wit' you the long way
I cope with drugs, I'm knowin' this the wrong way
Soon they gon' see me walking on the runway
We with the model bitches, and the broads
We got some foreign hoes, and some cars
She threw it back I had to fuckin' pause (Yeah, Huh)
Ima give her a round of applause

Last name Smith, but no I'm not Willow
And he switched for a bitch, yeah he talking to the pillow
And you said that I'm a bitch, but is that really how you feel tho?
How you sitting on the bench, but you saying that you field grown?
Two-tone rolls, and two-tone hoes
It feel just like home when I'm too stoned
And your bitch wan' bone, but right now I'm gone
Told her hit up Stik if I take too long
Try to take a hit, but that shit too strong
I jus' might throw up
You brought a bottle in this bitch then pour up
Model bitch in the crib she smokin' doja (Doja, Doja)
That boy family never got closure (Closure)
Throw up the bands like so what (So what)
They jus' been talking don't know us (Know us)
That's just how that shit go
We get shit gone, and stepped on
Rappers buy a chain and now all of they fuckin' bread gone
Bread on me
They tread on me
Lead on me
Last boy ran up dead on me (On God!)
(Jumpin' out broad day)
(Soon they gon see me walkin' down the runway)
(I cope with drugs I'm knowing this the wrong way)
(We got some foreign hoes and some cars)
(We with the model bitches and the broads)
(She threw it back I had to fuckin' pause)