Day Before Lyrics by Young Thug, Mac Miller is the latest English song from “Punk”. The lyrics were written by Tae Beast, Verzache, Mac Miller, Young Thug while the song is produced by Tae Beast, Verzache.
“Day Before” Track Info:
| Song | Day Before |
| Album | Punk |
| Singer | Young Thug, Mac Miller |
| Produced By | Tae Beast, Verzache |
| Lyrics | Tae Beast, Verzache, Mac Miller, Young Thug |
Day Before Lyrics
Yeah! Aye!
Listen!
S-N-Double-O-P, I’m A Dizz-Og
S**t, He Was Talking Brazy
I Ain’t Lie, I Knocked The N*g** Off
I Ain’t Tryna Give Him A Chance To Kill Me
Or Take The Stand On Me
He Know I Just Had A Hundred Thousand P’s Saran’d On Me
I Had To Hand Out All The Rooms So She Can’t Say I Molested
I Tried To Take Back All The Watches
Rings, And The Necklaces
She Said I’m Taking Full Advantage ‘Cuz I’m Never Stressing
‘Cuz I Had Feelings For This Girl That Barely Owned A Residence
Don’t Get Me Wrong ‘Cuz It Ain’t Nothing About That Money, N*g**
I Meant To Tell You, Since A Kid
I Been Getting My Own Figures
I Was Bringing In The Racks And She Was Steady Shopping
I’m Talking Big Bills, All Colors, N*g**, Monopoly
I Ain’t Tripping, B***h, I’m Sharper Than The Damn Machete
Super Different, I Even Stood Out On My Own Partners
Since A Kid, I Been A Dresser, Thousand Island
I Was S**ttin’, My Diamonds Green
Piss, Port-A-Potty, Woah!
Yeah!
B***h Talk To Me While I’m Sleepin’, Yeah! Yeah!
Swimmin’ In The Linen Like Deep-End, Yeah! Yeah!
All I Never Needed Was A Alibi, Yeah! Yeah!
I Don’t Need A Mother-f**ker Reason, Yeah!
Out Of Mind, So I Keep A Pizzy
Everything A Hundred, I Don’t Ever Leave It Fifty, Yeah!
Did My Own Half-Time, If I Was Simple
What The F**k You Think I’m Rich For?
Why You Think I’m Always Talking S**t
With My Hand On My D**k?
In The Crib, This B***h Turn It To A Strip Show
It’s What It Is, Though
Yeah! Yeah! It’s What It Is, Though, Yeah! Woah!
Leave Me Alone, Take Your A** Home
If It Ain’t Another Million, I Ain’t Pickin’ Up The Phone
Phony Mother-f**kers Always Sitting On A Throne
All I Want’s Some P***y, Baby, Give A Dog A Bone, Yeah! Yeah!
I Don’t Need A Lot, But I Got A Lot
I Don’t Need A Lot, But I Got A Lot, Yeah!
Two Hundred For The Whip In The Parking Lot
Everything Cutting, Turn This S**t Into A Barbershop
Swear I’m Always Shinin’
Couldn’t Tell You If It’s Dark Or Not
Just A Couple Things I Thought About, Yeah! Yeah!