Young M.A, Lobby Boyz - One Day lyrics

Real niggas gon' play they roles
I fell in love with this life I know
I pray to God for these nights I know
'Cause they might try to take
Your boy out one day

Uh, suckers staring at me from a distance
(Oh)
Atlanta house spouse blow me kisses (Mwah)
At the same club I left my ex bitch
They taking pictures of me and my necklace
Rock-a-bye, baby, infrared laser
Rat-a tat tat now, RIP hater
Pull up in that shit, all black, Darth Vader
Kinda like ice cream, all different flavors

Brown skin but taste like a
Cherry Now and Latеr
Coming through the spot too sharp, no razor
Leave the Benz parked on the sidewalk, major

I'm so used to dealing with the losses
(Losses)
Focused on the win my only option (Ooh oh)
I promise won't sell my soul
Real niggas gon' play they role
I fell in love with this life I know
I pray to God for these nights I know
'Cause they might try to take
Your boy out one day (Capo)

Uh i had this butter Puerto Rican
Used to love the freakin' (Nasty)
I used to run around with the
Nine but the butt was peekin'
(Cover that up) one that had them snow cones
That had the cuddies tweakin'
(Dodgin' hoes) i had this caramel sundae
Only love the weekend (O oh)
I only call her when it's half
Past five when I'm fuckin' beastin
I got three words for this bitch
"Is you up or sleepin'?" (Bitch, you up)
We need that long dough
Not that strawberry shortcake (Uh, uh)
These niggas talk 'bout drugs
Them boys ain't never brought weight
(Not at all) i'm rockin' terror charges
Ain't no ordinary court case (Chill)
Me, I'm just boolin'
Audemars-y with the frost face (Icy)

You keep comin' out your face
Get your banana split (Grra-grra, baow)

I'm so used to dealing with the losses
(Losses)
Focused on the win my only option (Ooh oh)
I promise won't sell my soul
Real niggas gon' play they role
I fell in love with this life I know
I pray to God for these nights I know
'Cause they might try to take
Your boy out one day

Uh, I seen this little jawn
She was walking by (Hello)
Pulled up in some foreign shit
Caught her eye (Skrrt)
She say, "You got a girl?"
I do, but told her, "Nah"
(Nah) she said, "I like your drip" I said
"I call it fly"
I said, "I like 'em thick" she say
"I call it mine" (Yes, ma)
I said if I had to call
You, I would call you, "Fine"
(Call you fine)
I see my girl calling, um, no, decline
(No, uh oh)
All red foreign, mm, I call it wine
Ice cream, ice cream
Me no want no light ting
Just in case a nigga move left
I need the right ting
My bitch pull up in that all black
On some night ting
Big Glock, boom boom boom, thunder, lightning
(Grrra)

I'm so used to dealing with the losses
(Losses)
Focused on the win my only option (Ooh oh)
I promise won't sell my soul
Real niggas gon' play they role
I fell in love with this life I know
I pray to God for these nights I know
'Cause they might try to take
Your boy out one day