GDP - The Next Day lyrics
[GDP - The Next Day lyrics]
(Baby are you taping?)
See me saucing off sentences
I'm old gold and benzedrine
You remember him, all my friends on medicine
Gin and juice
The extra gin they listening to this
In New York like 1010 WINS
Archer like Ace John Bejamin
Stay skeemin like an A-Bomb technician
Now I'mma give it to ya
Off shore and in Bermuda
Tell a bitch lick the balls
Like grip the ruler oh you nasty papi
Girlies wanna Snapchat their laffy taffys
What have we have we, a fleezy floozy
Skeezy hoochy
A needy groupie or a skeet skeet - oopsies!
Hostile little bitch
I'm like a gospel to the bitch
Think I really won't hospital a bitch
Gotta hock a lougie on the booty
Or it's not just gonna fit
Attitude very rude like a model or some shit
Gotta rockin' set of tit's
I'm at McDonalds with a bitch
Not get in the whip
Got it popping in this bitch
Yeah, we got in through the
Back but we leaving
Through the front sour Diesel out the blunt
All my people out to lunch
Yeah my peeps got open cases, we smoking aces
Gold teeth, rosegold bracelets
(we got that great shit)
Uh, yeah we out here
Where the days have eyes and nights have ears
NJ grass like Fenway man I tripled
My money at Penn State (Yes way)
Man I tripled my money the next day
My dead friend's name on a
Freight train in lead paint press play
Bet you and all the rest say "GDP
We relate to you" like comprende
I smoke sensei and hotbox your Hyundai
Rappers on stage like a runway
What would Pun say? Big Pun recording
(Gotta do it all, you know what
I'm sayin'? Make you lagh, cry, dance stay
Home chill, just put the headphones on, you
Know? Get you in that vibe
I got something for everybody everyboday)
See me saucing off sentences
I'm old gold and benzedrine
You remember him, all my friends on medicine
Gin and juice
The extra gin they listening to this
In New York like 1010 WINS
Archer like Ace John Bejamin
Stay skeemin like an A-Bomb technician
Now I'mma give it to ya
Off shore and in Bermuda
Tell a bitch lick the balls
Like grip the ruler oh you nasty papi
Girlies wanna Snapchat their laffy taffys
What have we have we, a fleezy floozy
Skeezy hoochy
A needy groupie or a skeet skeet - oopsies!
Hostile little bitch
I'm like a gospel to the bitch
Think I really won't hospital a bitch
Gotta hock a lougie on the booty
Or it's not just gonna fit
Attitude very rude like a model or some shit
Gotta rockin' set of tit's
I'm at McDonalds with a bitch
Not get in the whip
Got it popping in this bitch
Yeah, we got in through the
Back but we leaving
Through the front sour Diesel out the blunt
All my people out to lunch
Yeah my peeps got open cases, we smoking aces
Gold teeth, rosegold bracelets
(we got that great shit)
Uh, yeah we out here
Where the days have eyes and nights have ears
NJ grass like Fenway man I tripled
My money at Penn State (Yes way)
Man I tripled my money the next day
My dead friend's name on a
Freight train in lead paint press play
Bet you and all the rest say "GDP
We relate to you" like comprende
I smoke sensei and hotbox your Hyundai
Rappers on stage like a runway
What would Pun say? Big Pun recording
(Gotta do it all, you know what
I'm sayin'? Make you lagh, cry, dance stay
Home chill, just put the headphones on, you
Know? Get you in that vibe
I got something for everybody everyboday)