Young Drummer Boy – Days Like This

Young Drummer Boy – Days Like This Lyrics

Artist: Young Drummer Boy
Song: Days Like This

My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my click
You better pray to god if i bang my wrist
I don’t like my old hoe, man f#ck that b#tch

My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my click
You better pray to god if i bang my wrist
I don’t like my old hoe, man f#ck that b#tch

These muthaf#ckas out here snitching, they some cops
Everyday i gotta shootout with the opps
Look, i got a bag full of money, that’s a lot
Look, i bang the hood man you know i never stop

Look, yo i’m really on a mission
Free the homies, man i swear i really miss ‘em
Haters talking i don’t really pay attеntion
Man i done so much dirt

That i don’t even gotta mеntion
Ay tell that b#tch to bring the coke in
I get the bag then you know i am adiós-ing
Think you f#cking with me

b#tch you must be smoking
If she act sus then you know i ain’t talking
Look, b#tch i had to double up just for my kids
I really grew up in the hood

That’s where i live
Even if i had to get it out a b#tch
Man i bang the whole clip
I swear to god i take the risk, look

My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my click
You better pray to god if i bang my wrist
I don’t like my old hoe, man f#ck that b#tch

My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my click
You better pray to god if i bang my wrist
I don’t like my old hoe, man f#ck that b#tch

On nights like this i wish
I wish i had my n#gg#s that i miss
.762’s i won’t miss
b#tch don’t block your blessings

Try to be slick
Turn all your dreams to fruition
Be careful you get what you wishin’
50 .308’s i ain’t missing

Way to killa, b#tch i’m a homicide dripper
Shang zhu stripper, she sucked a soul out a n#gg#
Raised the roof, took off the top
Popped her nipples

Baby ruth took her home then had a triple
Threesome-threesome pop another pink one
Each one teach one, she sucking out the pre-cum
We don’t do the cheap ones

We pay it how we weigh it up
Big juice and drummer got ‘em jumping til i’m laid up
f#ck a n#gg# head up with this chopper that i’m choking
Big blood n#gg# but these pockets tiny loccing

Momma caught me smoking, whoop my #ss that ain’t stop me
Taught me how to sneak more
Great minds think more
K9’s and be more, stress minds will before

Fiends blowing out the door like it c4
Fam 1st ommio, b#tch we high forever
b#tch {?} a barrio color cayenne peppers
2 baby mommas, i don’t claim no b#tch

Pops i wish you were alive for these days live this
Put my diamonds on a scale
I’m trying to weigh my wrist
Yo my crimey’s out of jail

And put a k on a snitch
My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my click
You better pray to god if i bang my wrist

I don’t like my old hoe, man f#ck that b#tch
My momma told me there’ll be days like this
That’s why i gotta keep it on me when i bang my click
You better pray to god if i bang my wrist

I don’t like my old hoe, man f#ck that b#tch
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From the album:
Days Like This [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021