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To the Day (feat. Deante Malik & Kvstiel) Video (MV)






Jaron - To the Day (feat. Deante Malik & Kvstiel) Lyrics
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He's talkin reckless
They all misbehaving
They talk like they satan
But know that they praying
Had ya girl birthday suit happy belated
My dick's your replacement
Hit but was jaded
Dip to get fade laugh with my niggas bout how she was shakin
Shit she was sayin
You stroke like Phelps
You stabbing like jason
"My divorced husband won't come back
Vacation he's on it right now...
He's a good man but he can't pipe me down"
You count a band and don't come back around
All that shits funny but gotta spit now
(I gotta spit now!)
So
Shut the f*ck up
I'm in the cut
You dumb slut
I don't give a f*ck about hoes
I been chuck
Feelings to the side so side scroll for fake love
I don't give a f*ck so side scroll you fake hoe
I float away
I'm blasting off into space
The dark thoughts won't go away
They want me to rot away
Feel like I'm on novacane
But I just don't know my fate
These niggas some hoes they fake
I'm solo but holding weight
Hope I'm close enough
(Aye)
I'm not walkin with the reaper bitch
I'm reaping what I sold and
I be seeping through my clothes
When I be seeking through my soul
I Put you creatures in a hole
Cause I don't got no time for the BS
I do not have any regrets and
I'm a real niggas all you niggas some rejects
Young nigga got it out the mud so never tell me nothing bout my f*ckin management
I'm damaging these niggas
Panicking
I got em scrambling
I'm bouta trampled em
We'll jump a nigga like a trampoline
Got a bitch who daddy look like Mr.Clean
I ain't sippin lean
He be talking shit and I'm gone drown a nigga in some listerine
Doing different things every given moment
I'm the mothaf*cka who got opponents
Cause these niggas they don't really want it
And I'm killing this shit
I engineer it as a bonus
I
Guess that I got an advantage
Get my royalties and dip off the planet
F*ck with me and you gotta meet the cannon
Blam it
F*ck it I'm changing the channel
Give me your attention
F*ck all of that mumble shit
That you think hot I dont get it
Niggas be rappin these stereotypical flows and they claim they the greatest that did it
I'm getting dough
I f*ck hoes
I shoot niggas
I'm ice'd up
I sell dope
And now riding Benzes
Tell me how niggas feel
I just spit your whole discography all in one damn f*ckin sentence
Got some niggas and they really dead or they locked up in prison
Claimin you ballin
You make the wrong the wrong move
Then the ball in my hand like you switched off the pivot
Soon as I thought my old team would always had my back
They throw me to the wolves like I'm Wiggins
That's what I get
Put my trust into gang niggas
Trying to end it before I begin it
My goons about that dough you misbehaving
(I float away)
I send them through your crib they f*ckin glaze you
They laying in your grass
They asking
What you asking for
And you don't gotta tell me thank you
You let shit slide and niggas get to skating
You think they killin hip hop I'm the savior
You talk about you come masked up with K's but you not Micheal Myers
Boy you Micheal Mayer
(Hope I'm close enough to the day)
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He's talkin reckless
They all misbehaving
They talk like they satan
But know that they praying
Had ya girl birthday suit happy belated
My dick's your replacement
Hit but was jaded
Dip to get fade laugh with my niggas bout how she was shakin
Shit she was sayin
You stroke like Phelps
You stabbing like jason
"My divorced husband won't come back
Vacation he's on it right now...
He's a good man but he can't pipe me down"
You count a band and don't come back around
All that shits funny but gotta spit now
(I gotta spit now!)
So
Shut the f*ck up
I'm in the cut
You dumb slut
I don't give a f*ck about hoes
I been chuck
Feelings to the side so side scroll for fake love
I don't give a f*ck so side scroll you fake hoe
I float away
I'm blasting off into space
The dark thoughts won't go away
They want me to rot away
Feel like I'm on novacane
But I just don't know my fate
These niggas some hoes they fake
I'm solo but holding weight
Hope I'm close enough
(Aye)
I'm not walkin with the reaper bitch
I'm reaping what I sold and
I be seeping through my clothes
When I be seeking through my soul
I Put you creatures in a hole
Cause I don't got no time for the BS
I do not have any regrets and
I'm a real niggas all you niggas some rejects
Young nigga got it out the mud so never tell me nothing bout my f*ckin management
I'm damaging these niggas
Panicking
I got em scrambling
I'm bouta trampled em
We'll jump a nigga like a trampoline
Got a bitch who daddy look like Mr.Clean
I ain't sippin lean
He be talking shit and I'm gone drown a nigga in some listerine
Doing different things every given moment
I'm the mothaf*cka who got opponents
Cause these niggas they don't really want it
And I'm killing this shit
I engineer it as a bonus
I
Guess that I got an advantage
Get my royalties and dip off the planet
F*ck with me and you gotta meet the cannon
Blam it
F*ck it I'm changing the channel
Give me your attention
F*ck all of that mumble shit
That you think hot I dont get it
Niggas be rappin these stereotypical flows and they claim they the greatest that did it
I'm getting dough
I f*ck hoes
I shoot niggas
I'm ice'd up
I sell dope
And now riding Benzes
Tell me how niggas feel
I just spit your whole discography all in one damn f*ckin sentence
Got some niggas and they really dead or they locked up in prison
Claimin you ballin
You make the wrong the wrong move
Then the ball in my hand like you switched off the pivot
Soon as I thought my old team would always had my back
They throw me to the wolves like I'm Wiggins
That's what I get
Put my trust into gang niggas
Trying to end it before I begin it
My goons about that dough you misbehaving
(I float away)
I send them through your crib they f*ckin glaze you
They laying in your grass
They asking
What you asking for
And you don't gotta tell me thank you
You let shit slide and niggas get to skating
You think they killin hip hop I'm the savior
You talk about you come masked up with K's but you not Micheal Myers
Boy you Micheal Mayer
(Hope I'm close enough to the day)
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Writer: Deante B., Ja Ron, Mykel A.
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