Soulja Boy - Broad Day lyrics

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Soulja Boy - Broad Day lyrics

[Chorus:] Pull up with my n***as and we spraying sh** b**h I keep the thirty Keep the semi, keep the stenny clip n***as talking down but we spraying up that f**ing whip n***as talking down man Who you n***as f**ing with Man they call me king soldier, I make a hundred and one day n***as talking sh** , b**h we pull up spray him broad day Got my k**ers in the cut they cooling in the halley way n***as talking sh**, b**h we pull up spray him broad day [Verse 1:] Pull up on the block b**h you know when I got hella bands Man your girlfriend man You know that that's my biggest fan King soldier man I'm blowing sh** just like a cooling fan b**h I got the oozy automatic with the cooling fan Hop up out the whip Man my n***a gonna murder you n***as talking beef f** n***a we never heard of you Swirl through the cut And we spraying down your whole block b**h this money gang Gang sh**, this sh** it won't stop Shout out to my gangs They go crazy with those semi clucks n***as talking sh** We pulling up And we got plenty docks b**hes on my dick Cause they n***a wouldn't whip it right b**h I'm in the kitchen with my rich You know I'm getting guack n***as talking sh** We pulling up and then we spraying them n***as talking sh** What the f** you n***as saying there Pull up on they block AK and that's the broad day b**h I got my k**ers and they cooling in the halley way [Chorus] Broad day [x5] [Verse 2:] Five hundred thousand boy there is cash in that revenue Calico , k**er J tell him bring that thirty G King Soulja none of my n***as around me never heard of you Hop in the Rari I hop in the Goodies King Soulja gonna swerve on you In the f**ing strip club a hundred cash purge on you Shout out to my gang They go hard they gonna murder you All my n***as going hard b**h I'm going hell a rat Run up on me wrong boy I swear to GOD I spray you back King Soulja In this benz In my pocket a thousand stash Shout out to the gang b**h we go hard b**h we spraying it SODNG that's the gang and we ain't planned it Run up on King Soulja bet my young n***as Gonna spray your face [Chorus]