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Broad Day Lyrics by Mozzy & CMG The Label Ft. Rich Homie Quan, from the album “Gangsta Art 2“, music has been produced by Dave-O & Jay P Bangz, and Broad Day song lyrics are penned down by Mozzy & Rich Homie Quan.

Broad Day Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah

It’s somethin’ ’bout them racks comin’ in, ’cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin’ like a pimp, nigga)
And we can’t go for no disrespect ’cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin’ in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I’ma find me somebody who gon’ count this money all day (Woah)

And we gon’ run it up, we gеttin’ it like—
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

Yeah, ridin’ ’round with this fully loaded
If it’s smokе like you insinuated, get up on us
Killers say the love me, I’m from Killafornia
Got the verty lookin’ purty, ain’t no ceilin’ on ’em
Mansion in the tuck, couple million for ’em
We ain’t boardin’ flights with suckers without stealin’ on ’em
Doggy switched sides, but he still a homie
You can’t get inside this ride, this for killers only
Statement that you gave ’em wasn’t G at all
And yo’ autograph was on it, I done seen it all
Big brown Bloomey bags when I leave the mall
She ain’t talkin’ ’bout no chili, then you need to pause

It’s somethin’ ’bout them racks comin’ in, ’cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin’ like a pimp, nigga)
And we can’t go for no disrespect ’cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin’ in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I’ma find me somebody who gon’ count this money all day (Woah)

And we gon’ run it up, we gettin’ it like—
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

Yeah, my palms itchin’, rockin’ Palms Angel
Probably end up in Solano for this hot potato
I’m a hour thirty minutes from this drop in Diego
Exotic pops be showin’ love, they sent the box of Faygos
Yeah, I seen a homie mix the sauce with K-Roll
They called him back to get some mo’ and gave that boy a halo
I’m a Northern Cali’ nigga, I ain’t from the Bay, though
Take you to Fourth where I’ma joint and I got all the say so
I would love to hear you out, ain’t got the time of day, though
Finna pour a four for Skeem and pour a four for Fredo
Bail my brother out of jail and put him on the label
And he ain’t gotta sign nothin’, duckets on the table

It’s somethin’ ’bout them racks comin’ in, ’cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin’ like a pimp, nigga)
And we can’t go for no disrespect ’cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin’ in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I’ma find me somebody who gon’ count this money all day (Woah)

And we gon’ run it up, we gettin’ it like—
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

I don’t talk to twelve, can’t let no cop in here (Nah, nigga)
You can’t get in the party, got no guap in here (Oh, hell nah)
Chopsticks in the kitchen, we might pop ’em here (Might fire ’em up)
I been payin’ a lot of taxes, makin’ five a year (Bitch, I’m famous)
I hope my baby mama don’t hear this song, dawg (I hope she do)
‘Cause she gon’ try to get another loan, dawg (Fuck that ho)
Why my partner get indicted off a phone call? (Man, why he did?)
I’ma count that money, bae, shit, hold on (Hold up)
We been out so long, it’s time to go home (Home)
This ain’t nothin’, ’cause I was humble, boy, for so long (Like, what?)
I told her, “Eat that shit up like a Cold Stone” (Damn)
And I might have to let you know that

It’s somethin’ ’bout them racks comin’ in, ’cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin’ like a pimp, nigga)
And we can’t go for no disrespect ’cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin’ in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I’ma find me somebody who gon’ count this money all day (Woah)

And we gon’ run it up, we gettin’ it like—
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

SONG INFO:

Song: Broad Day
Artist: Mozzy & CMG The Label Ft. Rich Homie Quan
Album: Gangsta Art 2 (2023)
Music: Dave-O & Jay P Bangz
Lyrics: Mozzy & Rich Homie Quan


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Broad Day Lyrics

Broad Day Lyrics by Mozzy & CMG The Label Ft. Rich Homie Quan, from the album “Gangsta Art 2“, music has been produced by Dave-O & Jay P Bangz, and Broad Day song lyrics are penned down by Mozzy & Rich Homie Quan.

Broad Day Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah

It’s somethin’ ’bout them racks comin’ in, ’cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin’ like a pimp, nigga)
And we can’t go for no disrespect ’cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin’ in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I’ma find me somebody who gon’ count this money all day (Woah)

And we gon’ run it up, we gеttin’ it like—
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

Yeah, ridin’ ’round with this fully loaded
If it’s smokе like you insinuated, get up on us
Killers say the love me, I’m from Killafornia
Got the verty lookin’ purty, ain’t no ceilin’ on ’em
Mansion in the tuck, couple million for ’em
We ain’t boardin’ flights with suckers without stealin’ on ’em
Doggy switched sides, but he still a homie
You can’t get inside this ride, this for killers only
Statement that you gave ’em wasn’t G at all
And yo’ autograph was on it, I done seen it all
Big brown Bloomey bags when I leave the mall
She ain’t talkin’ ’bout no chili, then you need to pause

It’s somethin’ ’bout them racks comin’ in, ’cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin’ like a pimp, nigga)
And we can’t go for no disrespect ’cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin’ in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I’ma find me somebody who gon’ count this money all day (Woah)

And we gon’ run it up, we gettin’ it like—
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

Yeah, my palms itchin’, rockin’ Palms Angel
Probably end up in Solano for this hot potato
I’m a hour thirty minutes from this drop in Diego
Exotic pops be showin’ love, they sent the box of Faygos
Yeah, I seen a homie mix the sauce with K-Roll
They called him back to get some mo’ and gave that boy a halo
I’m a Northern Cali’ nigga, I ain’t from the Bay, though
Take you to Fourth where I’ma joint and I got all the say so
I would love to hear you out, ain’t got the time of day, though
Finna pour a four for Skeem and pour a four for Fredo
Bail my brother out of jail and put him on the label
And he ain’t gotta sign nothin’, duckets on the table

It’s somethin’ ’bout them racks comin’ in, ’cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin’ like a pimp, nigga)
And we can’t go for no disrespect ’cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin’ in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I’ma find me somebody who gon’ count this money all day (Woah)

And we gon’ run it up, we gettin’ it like—
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

I don’t talk to twelve, can’t let no cop in here (Nah, nigga)
You can’t get in the party, got no guap in here (Oh, hell nah)
Chopsticks in the kitchen, we might pop ’em here (Might fire ’em up)
I been payin’ a lot of taxes, makin’ five a year (Bitch, I’m famous)
I hope my baby mama don’t hear this song, dawg (I hope she do)
‘Cause she gon’ try to get another loan, dawg (Fuck that ho)
Why my partner get indicted off a phone call? (Man, why he did?)
I’ma count that money, bae, shit, hold on (Hold up)
We been out so long, it’s time to go home (Home)
This ain’t nothin’, ’cause I was humble, boy, for so long (Like, what?)
I told her, “Eat that shit up like a Cold Stone” (Damn)
And I might have to let you know that

It’s somethin’ ’bout them racks comin’ in, ’cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin’ like a pimp, nigga)
And we can’t go for no disrespect ’cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin’ in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I’ma find me somebody who gon’ count this money all day (Woah)

And we gon’ run it up, we gettin’ it like—
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

SONG INFO:

Song: Broad Day
Artist: Mozzy & CMG The Label Ft. Rich Homie Quan
Album: Gangsta Art 2 (2023)
Music: Dave-O & Jay P Bangz
Lyrics: Mozzy & Rich Homie Quan