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Shy Glizzy - No Days Off (feat. Chris Brown) [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shy Glizzy
Shy Glizzy
Vocals
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Maurice Brown
Christopher Maurice Brown
Songwriter
Marquis King
Marquis King
Songwriter
Maxime Breton
Maxime Breton
Songwriter
Nicolas Warwar
Nicolas Warwar
Songwriter
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Young Jefe Holmes
See, this shit started when I was twelve-years-old
I hit my uncle's stash and went to sell his coke
Couple hundred in my jeans, bitch, I couldn't fit Girbauds
Real street dreams, all the hustlers gave me hope
Fuck boys came and got us in before they hit the door (Yeah)
I don't know what he told, but all I know is I didn't fold
I still remember that time we hit the opps' block and you froze
I don't know how I got here, I ain't even had no goals
And I'm one of the hottest, they actin' like I'm not though
Made a million dollars, bitch, I did it and my trap closed
The hood, they say I made it, no, I don't act like no rap ho
Grammy nominated, you ain't motherfuckin' clap though
I'm just speakin' facts though
Listen to my raps though
Tryna be a street ****, you might hit a pothole
**** got some racks, but I really want a lot more
Pool full of thots, no more junkies at my backdoor, oh
Made it out the projects, headed for the Hills
Trappin' out the backdoor, bag full of pills
Got my lawyer on speed dial if I gotta kill somethin' (If I gotta kill somethin')
If I gotta drill somethin', you know it's—
No days off, stay on my grind, all the time
I can't take no days off (Oh, yeah)
Know that I'm gon' get it (Oh, yeah)
All this shit was destined, no, I don't take rejection
When them pussy **** took Nipsey, swear that shit taught me a lesson (Ooh)
Young Jefe for president, yeah, I'm the street's election
My side bitch so elegant, yeah, she my secret weapon
Bitch, you see this coat, yeah, it's Haider Ackermann
Felt like I was broke until I got me some investments
How much in that two liter? ****, we ain't measurin'
In the car with two heaters, play and then we mailin' 'em
**** mad 'cause Glizzy out, well bitch, this ain't no magic
Sometimes, I feel like givin' up, but I'm just bein' dramatic (Yeah)
All this hard work, that's why your bitch, she a fanatic
I give her all dick, you hear her way up in the attic
Way up in the attic, yeah, my swagger out in Saturn (Woo)
Flyest young **** in the world, yeah, bitch, I said it
I told her, "Call me daddy," yeah, yeah, and she said it
First, we seal the baggage, yeah, yeah, then we mail it, oh
Made it out the projects (Made it through), headed for the hills (Hills)
Trappin' out the backdoor, bag full of pills (Woah, if I)
Got my lawyer on speed dial if I gotta kill somethin' (If I gotta kill somethin')
If I gotta drill somethin', you know it's— (If I gotta drill)
No days off (I stay on my), stay on my grind all the time
I can't take no days off (Can't do it, oh, yeah, I can't do it)
Know that I'm gon' get it (Oh, yeah)
I can't take no days off
No days off
Take no
Written by: Christopher Maurice Brown, Marquis King, Maxime Phillipe Marie Breton Breton, Nicholas M. Warwar, Tarik Azzouz
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