Daytons

Ivan Ramirez, Jeffrey Sidhoo, Rory William Quigley

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

It's a rainy night in Georgia
That's what I heard
But I was out in Morgan With the homey sellin' birds
Hit the interstate mashing, still smashing
No smoking in the car to keep the Police from asking
Couple offers for the set, I report em, we brackin'
Passing thru Eugene, I hit a hotel
Popping at the bitches selling pussy at the motel
It's a lot going' on on the Interstate 5
I knocked a bitch out in Seattle, told her hope in my ride
Ima take her to the vin, show her how to get to it
Cross the border like its nothing slapping P-funk music
Mmos fixed me up a plate, I'm eating good now
Everytime I drop a tape, they say P Worthy make the hood proud
Street legend, that what I claim I really mean that
Since the days of 99 I swear to God, I really mean that
13 selling quarter ounces if you need that
Return of the Mack, not pimping
They send the P back
I attract the low track, I told her bring it all back

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes
Fake niggas, hate on us, can't cope
I just want to buy myself a Low-Low
And my mama a Benz
Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes
Fake niggas, hate on us, can't cope
I just want to buy myself a Low-Low
And my mama a Benz
Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends

Scugging in the bucket trying to get myself a Mil'
Serving on the corner, hugging pavement
Gripping steel
Champagne dreaming, hoping one day make it real
Until that day come, I'm posted scraping up my scril'
I carry all my emotions deep inside this foam cup
Puffing on these herbal essences lonely in the cut
Visions of that candy paint dripping off the trunk
Daytons man they call me coming straight from out the mud
And if it don't make dollars then it wont make no sense
The only language that Rami can speak is making ends
I push a hard line for my momma and my friends
I was hoping i could take her from the hood, and put her in a Benz
House in the hills, purse full of mils
Closet full of heels, eating thousand dollar meals
I'm gonna break you out this game, cause the streets is getting cold
Be careful who you gon' trust and always be on your toes
Safer and solid in your words
I'd rather be respected than liked, that shit is earned
Now look into the eyes of a motherfuckin' boss
I can tell you about this life, and I can tell you what it cost
Bitch

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes
Fake niggas, hate on us, can't cope
I just want to buy myself a Low-Low
And my mama a Benz
Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends

I just want to ride Daytons, take trips, and break hoes
Fake niggas, hate on us, can't cope
I just want to buy myself a Low-Low
And my mama a Benz
Cop a first class ticket spend the loot with my friends

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Chi ha composto la canzone “Daytons” di di Harry Fraud?
La canzone “Daytons” di di Harry Fraud è stata composta da Ivan Ramirez, Jeffrey Sidhoo, Rory William Quigley.

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