Z-Ro, Big Shasta , Lil Flip - Lovely Day lyrics

Yeah uh, Lil' Flip in the building nigga
We talking bout lovely days, getting paid
Puffing on that haze, g'eah
Screwed Up Click
Top of the charts nigga holla at em

Yeah Ro, I think today a lovely day
No vest, but my Glock 40 tucked away
I use to hustle yay
And watch for the one time
Now I'm caked up, cause I spit punch lines
My grandpa, had to show me how to be a man
I use to watch him hustle hard
Just to get a grand
I got a plan to come up, and get mo' cheddar
I know you mad
Cause my Benz got a lil' leather
I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high
I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride
We fuck them niggas heads up
When this shit drop
Cause y'all other niggas, fucking up Hip-Hop
I can't stop I won't stop, till I'm gone
To all my niggas locked up
I hope y'all come home
That's why I'm praying everyday
When I wake up i look around
God blessed me with great stuff

(A lovely daaaay) , it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely, a lovely day

I must'a
Woke up this morning on the right side of bed
Cause, I can't find nothing to bitch about
Even though I'm low on bread
And my partna Duke called me
And said he was coming over
You know what that mean
Them boys out the Clover ain't never sober
Ding dong Lil' Flip, Big Shasta and Den Den
This look like a gangsta party to me
Come on come in then
We know we got a lot of haters
But we ain't tripping
Cause we living how we wanna
Live daily smoking and sipping
When you see us out in public
We got dime pieces with us
And we look like we chilling
But, it's four or five pieces with us
So chill homie, for real homie
Cause you don't wanna die
And I don't wanna kill homie
But, I will homie I ride for Clover Geez
Just like I ride for ABN
By sneaking up on the opposition
At any event any place they in
Except for right now
Cause all I wanna do is lay back
In a 300 on 22's
Or the living room inside a Maybach

Before I went platinum
Ain't nobody wanna holla
It was too many cheats
Ain't nobody wanna follow
So I had to make moves, on my own man
I'm one of the few
Houston rappers with a home man
Fifteen thousand square feet, bitch nigga
Now that's the real definition
Of a rich nigga
Crocodile Air Force Ones, blue and gold
I'm chilling
But, if I got a problem you'll know

I'm living better now, the Gucci sweater now
And that '71 Cadillac on swangas
Hold a baretta down laws already hate us
Cause we young black men
Especially cause we rappers
With tons of stacks to spend
Haters do what they can
Kings of the South do what they wanna do
The drank is purple the pistol is chrome
And the marijuana blue
In the county we wear orange
And state jail is white
We don't rack up we act up
All motherfucking night

It's just the way I shine
In these city streets
From the way I grind, so my family can eat
When I make a my pay, it's a lovely day
Lovely daaay