Day$okee- Luv Story (prod. datcurryboi)

Lyrics<3
(prod. jasonglz)
Beat heat 🔥

Bad bitch hit my line 

I just wanna fuck with you 
Double fine 

You in the bad mood 
Don’t lie 

You got a chance 
Don’t cry

I just wanna rock with you 
No beat 
No bitch 
You won’t hear that sound 

You want me bitch 
no underground 

You walk up in a wedding Gound
Aye yah 

Yo bitch want me 
I don’t know 

Fucking with my straps 
Got loads in the back 

You said you strap as bitch 
 cap 
I’ll be adding a bitch on 
snap 

Saw his addy
 
he be snitching 

Like a rat 

I’ll be fucking your bitch
 no cap 

Yo bitch want me 
That’s just kinda sad 

I’ll be hitting on your line 
That’s mad 

Hopping that you call my phone 

She want me 
She heard my tone 

Yah hoes an’t want me anymore 

Yo bitch kiss me real 
slow 
So Kiss her back 

fell to the floor 
I wish you want me more 
Sucide attempt 
I’m in the back 
Now I got no whore 

Came in glock 
49 
With a sight attached 
Bitch want me 
So I wanna get right 
Fuck on that bitch 
While we dance all night 
Hoes in the back 
They living the life 
Packing my bags 
drip on my back 
All they want me 
That’s cap 
I kiss on my bitch face 
When she gets mad 

Kissing her on her lips 
Touching yo bitch 
I wanna get Around her waist yah 
I hold her hand tight 
But she want to fight 
Your lies darkest part of my night 
You said you would love me all day 
But all you did was ruin my own night 
Your friend hit me up 
She got denied 
Fuck around me you won’t get tired yah

✨Wedding Gown👰🏻‍♀️

WTF U DOIN (Hit My Line)

WTF U DOIN (Hit My Line) ft. Shady Moon

prod. luno coldheart

lyrics:
[hook]
fly me to the moon shawty i’m trynna see venus
wanna get that higher high i’m trynna see how green is
no more demon days sorry 2d i’m out this wrld i’m leaving
and i don’t plan on coming home i hate this place i’m fleeing 

[verse]
mariokart i’m swerving, laters
don’t rock with snakes, bye bye traitors
i’ll make my impact like crater
pokemon, wit hoes, we traders
i’m so underrated, yeah this is my statement
i’ll go different places where yall cannot make it
i’m winning they hate it, wit sabers like vader
yall fuck heads so serious bruh i’m just playing
like bro it’s not that deep you morons takin it so serious
yo energy there wit your boys, where is it now mysterious
i feel like i’m george how yall fell off bruh i’m so damn curious
leave you with whole lotta red like a motherfuckin period
they watchin me like cable
while i do my shit no label 
while i sip on red or purple 
sipping on that dirty faygo

@greyisde4d

FLY ME TO THE MOON

love last prod. shenrxn (OUT NOW SPOTIFY AND APPLE MUSIC)

Prod. YukiSX
https://www.instagram.com/itsxyuki/

Lyrics:
My minds been on you
I got bank now
You been talkin to whole lotta dudes
Hmu like tf wya now
I been tryna make all of these moves

Play like D. Rose on the knicks
Hit the roll then i setup the pick
I aint tryna go fuck with you bitch
I don't need to go hittin these licks

I aint tryna go hop on yo tik tok
I been making these songs and I don't stop
Bitch i aint yvngxchris with the big glock
Know you mad cuz i know that you kick rocks

I been thinkin this shit was impossible
You got played cuz i set up the audible
Could've taken the route everybody went on
But i know that that shit wasn't optimal

But im spendin these racks
10 bands on singular track
People hating on the way that i rap
Makes me better
While i'm gettin this cheddar
I'm already up
I don't need me a class

I don't need a bitch thats shaking they ass
I don't need you to be throwin it back
What's the focus with you makin it clap
I Need a chick askin like where are you at

Too many hoes they ain't up to the code
Ain't never done but there's so many more
Eeny meeny miny you just a hoe
Fuck a thot rather just go be alone
Black jacket on the back is vlone
Far from others I aint tryna be clone
I aint tryna go and be on yo song
I did it
I made all this shit on my own

But why the fuck is you just tryna scam us
Sticks on my side
And you know all the damage
I need to focus
Don't need all the cameras
Fuck on yo aunty yo bitch and gramma
Shoot with the tools
And I shoot with some hammers
Look like a fool
But lil bitch you need manners
Think that we're kool
Imma need me a jammer
Makin a classic
I made me a banger

But I don't want you
I got some things i been wanting to do
I Made all this bank
Aint playin to lose
I know you been fake
But that shit ain't new
Ill ride in the wraith
You'll ride in the coupe
I been stayin true
You been with yo group
Well i'm getting paid
Nah bitch you aint cute
Get out of my way
Aint fuckin with you
You know you're too late
Get out of my view

But I don't want you
I got some things i been wanting to do
I Made all this bank
Aint playin to lose
I know you been fake
But that shit ain't new
Ill ride in the wraith
You'll ride in the coupe
I been stayin true
You been with yo group
Well i'm getting paid
Nah bitch you aint cute
Get out of my way
Aint fuckin with you
You know you're too late
Get out of my view

STARE AT YOU! *OUT NOW ON ALL PLATS

Lyrics:

Hold up, bitches wanna fuck
Ten toes, never fold, I can't fall in love
I got that glock and I keep that shit tucked
I fucked yo bitch, now she can't get enough
He wan' scrap, nigga what's up
Tote that shit, I'ma blast you the fuck up
Yo bitch on my dick, she said I'm number one
I'm throwin' these hunnids, you throwin' them ones
Hold up, bitches wanna fuck
Ten toes, never fold, I can't fall in love
I got that glock and I keep that shit tucked
I fucked yo bitch, now she can't get enough
He wan' scrap, nigga what's up
Tote that shit, I'ma blast you the fuck up
Yo bitch on my dick, she said I'm number one
I'm throwin' these hunnids, you throwin' them ones

Roll with the clique, smoking on marijuana
Fuck that little bitch, then I dip, I don't want her
Lost in time, can't feel shit, I wonder
If these niggas gonna miss me when I'm six feet under
Fake bitch, know that she sending me hate
Satan always be calling my name
Hatred seeping inside of my veins
Taking drugs 'till the boy go insane
Like, fuck it
Grab me the pistol, I'm dumping
Walk to the cliff and you know that I'm jumping
High off the xans, now a nigga can't function
Hate all these niggas who be making assumptions
Fuck all the pain that's inside of my brain
Swerving the whip on a death-wish type race
Thought that she loved me she lied to my face
Thought that she loved me she lied to my face
Oh shit, I run me a bag
Blow a bag, get the cash
Do the dash, and then blast
Off my face with the glocky, leave me in the past
Can't love me, best keep my thoughts on the racks
Oh shit, I'm dressed in all red
No, I'm dead, all the blood from my head
He get hit with the lead
It's a hot piece, my tool to go handle beef
She blocked me, shorty said that she can't handle me

Hold up, bitches wanna fuck
Ten toes, never fold, I can't fall in love
I got that glock and I keep that shit tucked
I fucked yo bitch, now she can't get enough
He wan' scrap, nigga what's up
Tote that shit, I'ma blast you the fuck up
Yo bitch on my dick, she said I'm number one
I'm throwin' these hunnids, you throwin' them ones
Hold up, bitches wanna fuck
Ten toes, never fold, I can't fall in love
I got that glock and I keep that shit tucked
I fucked yo bitch, now she can't get enough
He wan' scrap, nigga what's up
Tote that shit, I'ma blast you the fuck up
Yo bitch on my dick, she said I'm number one
I'm throwin' these hunnids, you throwin' them ones

lost in time w/ nightlock [prod. yuutsu] *NOW ON ALL PLATS*

(intro) , lil bitch, money don't chase nobody. 
You want it? better get up and take it.)
it.)
Mobbin’ out the D, whole clique in the ghost car, 
Parcels out the crib, 
that fast money take it so far. 
Drum on the stick, opp ghosted on sight,
Hellcat screamin’, AMG flyin’ through the 6 mile 
Spin through the East, got the city on watch, drum on the glock,
 every corner get locked. 
 
Shadows duck smoke,
they don’t mess with the fam,
Bitches on the floor, throwin’ cash while I stand.
Chrome on my neck, but the steel got weight, 
Richard Mille dumb silly, can’t copy the face. 
Everybody know who run this bitch, 
Plays in the back, yeah we own this city.
Ghost chain heavy, came straight from the docks, 
Bust down receipts, yeah the proof in the box. 
Hundred grand flex,
Detroit no michi, gangu to mobbin’ 
Doa kara bag, subete o shoppin’ 
Switch tsuita Glock, opp wa mou down 
Ubau kuruma, Hellcat, AMG town
Block mawashi, engine wa meirei 
Opps wa kowagatte, kesshite korei 
Bitch tachi odoru, ashi wa full throttle 
Ore-ra no crew, subete motto motto
On Detroit streets, mobbin’ with my gang,
Bags out the door, turn cash into slang.
Switchs on the drum, opps drop where they stand,
ghost Hellcats,  ghost AMGs in my lot.
We spin the block, engines roar like commandos,
Opps don’t test us, they scared of the clan.
Bitches shaking ass, throttle to the floor,
My crew gets it all — and then we want more.

GHOST CAR

OLDBISHH

FIRST BODY OF WORK. THANK YOU ALL FOR EVERYTHING. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT I REALLY DO AND IF YOU LIKED IT PLEASE SHARE WITH FRIENDS!

Day$okee- Luv Story (prod. datcurryboi)

DAY$OKEE (@daysokee)