M.o.p.

M.o.p. - Broad Daylight lyrics

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Ft. Busta Rhymes

(Hook x2)

Broad daylight, I'll off ya on switch

Broad daylight, I'll off ya on switch (click-clat)

(Blah, blew, blah, blew, blah, blew, blah, blew)

(Verse)

Yeah, yeah, this is Murderville

Don, b-bite boss, Bobby Shmurda crib

Y'all niggas is gumpies, they say life is a bitch

All she had on babies, I just want one of em puppies

Dawgs give it to ya broad day with em dang-dangs

Leave ya in the middle of the street, nigga bang bang

Pow (pop pop pop pop pop pop pop) so what I said was

You gon' fuck around and get yo head bust

Fizzy won't hop off on that special air bus

In the leg bus, I'm from a block where thou shallt sell more weight than thou weigh

Sinner from 100 to 0, about face(?)

When will ya bastards learn? My life is fast and furious

Paul Walker till I crash and burn

Give it to em anywhere on the compass

This is 187, beyond nonsense

(Hook)

Broad daylight, I'll off ya on switch

Broad daylight, I'll off ya on switch (click-clat)

(Blah, blew, blah, blew, blah, blew, blah, blew)

(Verse 2)

(Get to know me!)

I do it all, I'm hood faucity

Whereva they playn ball, in the street or Carneggie Hall

Anonymous shots at me, keep it on the dark

Or get tazed broad daylight right in front of the mall

My constitutional rights, the flare arms is in play

Got King's County in my DNA

So no, I ain't the nigga you send fo'

Thinkin' you wanna see me with 3 niggas, bring 3 more

Fuck outta here! Ain't nothin' new, I been raw

And nah, I ain't been fo' em niggas ya been fo'

(Get to know me!)

The shooters on yo block call me big homie

Or bigger homie when I got that ripper on me

You might wanna reconsider flippin' on me

Trip all ya want, get left crippled, homie

Who wanna fuck with Hollywood Cole? Huh?

Bronxville Burkowicz, monkeys on parole

Huh?

(Hook)

Broad daylight, I'll off ya on switch

Broad daylight, I'll off ya on switch (click-clat)

(Blah, blew, blah, blew, blah, blew, blah, blew)

(Verse 3: Busta Rhymes)

This be that True Blood on the beach, fuck yo bikinis, Sookie

Most of you niggas is sweeter than diabete's pussy

Yep, yeah, y'all know who be the nicest

I'm a nice guy, but I'm sicker than the Ebola crisis

This DNA is the time in the culture of the snitches

I come from a time where we neva wifed no stripped bitches

She cover up in three forms, extract the ratch and test us

With Flacka Magala prolly call him a royal empress

French Montana ampin' fo' that

Piece of lava (brrrrew) pussy Egyptian rhyme

Pinky ring shinin' while I'm sippin' the whiskey (drink, nigga)

I already did my job, so y'all neva forget me

Tell me what niggas won't try (homie, wassup)

The speed of A list alumni (betta shut the fuck up!)

While I abuse these big niggas, what else I'm 'posed to do?

Adrian Peterson and I abuse lil niggas too

(Hook)

Broad daylight, I'll off ya on switch

Broad daylight, I'll off ya on switch (click-clat)

(Blah, blew, blah, blew, blah, blew, blah, blew)

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