Daytona versuri

Versuri slayr & Lucy Bedroque – Daytona lyrics

[Intro: slayr]
(M8I)
(slayr)
Beep, beep

[Chorus: slayr]
Uh, Hellcat goin’ too dumb (Go)
Find me wherever I run (Oh yeah)
​slayr, oh yeah, number one (Damn right)
​slayr, oh yeah, number one (Damn right)
They-they can’t do what I did (Yeah, yeah)
You lame, so you can’t get nothin’ (Get nothin’)
House still vacant, tryna get somethin’ (Damn right)
That’s your bae? She tryna get somethin’
Go, huh, double-R truck
Sittin’ outside, new double-R truck (Schyeah)
With my slime, he gettin’ shit done (Let’s go)
Don’t waste my time, I don’t wanna be stuck (Beep-beep, yeah)
Boy on the floor, go pick him up (Ba-bing)
Whippin’ this ho, let’s make donuts (Yeah, yeah)
Whippin’ this ho, no slave owner (Yeah, yeah)
Whippin’ this ho like Daytona, huh (Woo)

[Verse 1: slayr]
Alright (Yeah, uh)
Tryna get high, let me re-up (Uh-uh)
Catchin’ a vibe in Ocho Rios (Uh-uh)
Catchin’ a vibe in Puerto Rico (Uh-uh)
Now I gotta say „Adios, amigo” (Damn, uh)
She gotta stay to the side with her libido (Uh-uh)
I just might slide with my violence, twist the needle (Uh, slide)
Aim at his flight with no sight, Desert Eagle, huh (Woah)
Diamonds on diamonds, Jeff Beezle
All on my own, I can’t stop with these people
Movie time, I wanna rob this Regal
Not gon’ lie, wasting my time illegal
Know they be swarmin’ us, fly like beetle
Got a brand-new truck, it fry these people
I would never cuff a bop (No way)
Folding time on the watch (Okay)
Don’t wanna talk, can’t chop (Ooh)

[Verse 2: Lucy Bedroque]
Hold on, cut off the locs, big chop (Yeah)
Cut off— cut off the locs, big chop, yeah (Yeah)
Beat up the box, need mop (Yeah)
Hell yeah, I beat up the box, need mop, boy, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Stop playin’ with my boy, bitch, yeah
Down bad fuckin’ up my wrist, uh
Fuckin’ up— fuckin’ up my wrist, uh
I just got done fuckin’ on lil’ Stacy
Now I’m fuckin’ on Mellissa
Ain’t no one got that bitch, no trace
Your shit fucked up ‘bout the distance
Come back, boo, got no motherfuckin’ lace
‘Boutta get Narcan in my system
Told my ass she needed some space
So I went ahead and fucked on her sister, yeah

[Chorus: slayr]
Hellcat goin’ too dumb (Some space)
Find me wherever I run (Oh yeah)
​slayr, oh yeah, number one (Damn right)
​slayr, oh yeah, number one (Damn right)
They-they can’t do what I did (Yeah, yeah)
You lame, so you can’t get nothin’ (Get nothin’)
House still vacant, tryna get somethin’ (Damn right)
That’s your bae? She tryna get somethin’
Go, huh, double-R truck
Sittin’ outside, new double-R truck (Schyeah)
With my slime, he gettin’ shit done (Let’s go)
Don’t waste my time, I don’t wanna be stuck (Beep-beep)
Boy on the floor, go pick him up (Ba-bing)
Whippin’ this ho, let’s make donuts (Yeah, yeah)
Whippin’ this ho, no slave owner (Yeah, yeah)
Whippin’ this ho like Daytona, huh (Woo)

[Outro: slayr]
Aight (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Huh, aight (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Aight (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Huh, aight (I’m swervin’, yeah)
Huh, aight