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NLE Choppa - Daydream Lyrics
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Mmm, mmm

Got my steeze on them keys (mmm)
No cap
Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, ayy (slide on 'em, slide on 'em)

Daydream about the money (I'm daydreamin')
Then a nigga woke up in it (I woke up in it)
Plenty losses in the game, didn't have much luck in it
Peep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain't even f*ck with it
Mama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in me

Back on his hat, he gone in a day
We know where he at, we know where he stay
Point him out, we attack, gun line, he lay
And my bro got the gat while I rock out the stage
And I'm goin' up a sack 'cause I just had a pay
Say you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the day?
What did you kill 'em? I did it for Satan
They want me forgive 'em, but I say I can't

Hop in the car, do a hundred in traffic
Ride too close, got to dumpin', he crash it
Take a look at my life, I been livin' too savage
She f*ckin' on me 'cause a nigga got cabbage
Got a strategy for the opps, usin' my tactics
And I play for a body when I get to baggin'
My Crips in the spot, they coolin', what's crackin'?
Them bodies droppin', givin' me satisfaction

Uh, uh, uh
Nah, nah, nah, nah, uh, uh, uh
Nah, nah, nah, nah, uh, uh, uh
Nah, nah, nah, nah

Stand-up nigga with his chest out
Bitch, y'all better stand down, we got gun rounds
Killers, they hit 'em, I give 'em the rundown
Nigga would've been dead, but he never come out
Bitch you know what I said, don't say what I'm talking 'bout, yeah, yeah
Drum on the Glock and that bitch is a four-oh
Reach for my chain, you know that's a no-no
Turn off the music, we stopping the show, bro
We gon' leave 'em extinct, that boy, he a dodo
Free my nigga, hope the judge get AIDS
Nigga comin' for me, better disengage
Pussy-ass nigga think this shit gravy
More guns than the army, military, navy

Back on his hat, he gone in a day
We know where he at, we know where he stay
Point him out, we attack, gun line, he lay
And my bro got the gat while I rock out the stage
And I'm goin' up a sack 'cause I just had a pay
Say you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the day?
What did you kill 'em? I did it for Satan
They want me forgive 'em, but I say I can't

Daydream about the money (I'm daydreamin')
Then a nigga woke up in it (I woke in it)
Plenty losses in the game, didn't have much luck in it
Peep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain't even f*ck with it
Mama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in me

Ayy, grr
Ayy, grr
Ayy
Thug in me
Ayy, it's up in me
NLE, Top Shotta
Bomb like Al-Qaeda
Mmm, brrt
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Mmm, mmm

Got my steeze on them keys (mmm)
No cap
Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, ayy (slide on 'em, slide on 'em)

Daydream about the money (I'm daydreamin')
Then a nigga woke up in it (I woke up in it)
Plenty losses in the game, didn't have much luck in it
Peep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain't even f*ck with it
Mama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in me

Back on his hat, he gone in a day
We know where he at, we know where he stay
Point him out, we attack, gun line, he lay
And my bro got the gat while I rock out the stage
And I'm goin' up a sack 'cause I just had a pay
Say you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the day?
What did you kill 'em? I did it for Satan
They want me forgive 'em, but I say I can't

Hop in the car, do a hundred in traffic
Ride too close, got to dumpin', he crash it
Take a look at my life, I been livin' too savage
She f*ckin' on me 'cause a nigga got cabbage
Got a strategy for the opps, usin' my tactics
And I play for a body when I get to baggin'
My Crips in the spot, they coolin', what's crackin'?
Them bodies droppin', givin' me satisfaction

Uh, uh, uh
Nah, nah, nah, nah, uh, uh, uh
Nah, nah, nah, nah, uh, uh, uh
Nah, nah, nah, nah

Stand-up nigga with his chest out
Bitch, y'all better stand down, we got gun rounds
Killers, they hit 'em, I give 'em the rundown
Nigga would've been dead, but he never come out
Bitch you know what I said, don't say what I'm talking 'bout, yeah, yeah
Drum on the Glock and that bitch is a four-oh
Reach for my chain, you know that's a no-no
Turn off the music, we stopping the show, bro
We gon' leave 'em extinct, that boy, he a dodo
Free my nigga, hope the judge get AIDS
Nigga comin' for me, better disengage
Pussy-ass nigga think this shit gravy
More guns than the army, military, navy

Back on his hat, he gone in a day
We know where he at, we know where he stay
Point him out, we attack, gun line, he lay
And my bro got the gat while I rock out the stage
And I'm goin' up a sack 'cause I just had a pay
Say you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the day?
What did you kill 'em? I did it for Satan
They want me forgive 'em, but I say I can't

Daydream about the money (I'm daydreamin')
Then a nigga woke up in it (I woke in it)
Plenty losses in the game, didn't have much luck in it
Peep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain't even f*ck with it
Mama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in me

Ayy, grr
Ayy, grr
Ayy
Thug in me
Ayy, it's up in me
NLE, Top Shotta
Bomb like Al-Qaeda
Mmm, brrt
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Writer: Bryson Potts, Noah Thomas Pettigrew, Stefan Vihelmsson, Gunnlaugur Orri Sumarlidason
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave

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