Too Many Days Since January Intro by Baby Slang Lyrics
[Intro]:
YBG. 1100 Man...
Too Many Days Since January (These Niggas always talking bout)
They be baby Slang ain’t this nigga, baby Slang ain’t that
Baby Slang ain’t go shoot shit nigga ( 1-9-15, ay rocket pass me these xanys I’m finna fuck this beat up)
But I’d be mad too if I was these hoe ass niggas in they feelings
Lemme tell how I get pass all that
Look!
Verse 1:
It ain’t shit man, I kill it in the booth
I held the block down 10 toes, no crease up in my shoes
I diagnose myself with xanys when I find my mood
And I just move a Lil different
Ima different type of dude
Free my nigga wop that nigga had me on the news (Free Doowop!)
And nigga fuck the cops them niggas locked me ina room (Fuck Twin!)
I don’t like a lot of niggas, they sneak diss me in they tunes (Bitch)
That nigga shook my hand, but he yo mans
He’s not a goon (He not a goon)
Beam ona broom
Now it got you lookin shook
I was sittin up in county Rol put money on my books (Real Nigga)
I used to break inside of houses and count up money that I took (Sip Bo)
I never played powder but yo baby momma hooked (Ho)
One thing about the police nigga I don’t like em
Take off that badge I’m top shotta like a sniper
Jakes pulled me over say I’m driving with no license
I got extradited back and now they talkin bout indictment (Whhhaaaat)
(Break):
Yea so they... Nigga... they pull me over, driving with no license shit nigga (Drivin with no license can you put your hands behind your back)
Talkin bout takin me to Cali for my warrent (You aware of that? You got a warrent out in California)
I’m sitting out in Vegas for hella long, they finally ship me back to Cali and shit, probation talking bout ‘yea we tryna give you a 120 days cuz you got gang enhancement and some moe shit we heard they building a case’ I just looked at that bitch and told that bitch like this
Look!
Verse 2:
Real spill
I’m familiar with the benjis
Familiar with this money like I’m familiar with these trenches
I never tried to fit in
I’ve always been a misfit
But a since a young nigga
I was taught to go and get it
One thing that you do
You learn and you listen
These bitches, they’ll snake you
But they nothing like these niggas
Shake hands show love, whole time they be envious
Seen fake up in yo actions so it made me keep my distance
I just move a lil different
You pull a phone before a gun like you a witness
I’m shooting at niggas mommas, they say I’m shooting the innocent
I’m just tryna hit whoever these niggas living with
Swiss Tech
Cut my hand on some bippin shit
Promise I don’t give a fuck, I’m out here on my trippin shit
But I keep the gleecky on me, it ain’t no slipping shit
Man I swear to God these niggas softer than my lil sis
Bitch!
YBG. 1100 Man...
Too Many Days Since January (These Niggas always talking bout)
They be baby Slang ain’t this nigga, baby Slang ain’t that
Baby Slang ain’t go shoot shit nigga ( 1-9-15, ay rocket pass me these xanys I’m finna fuck this beat up)
But I’d be mad too if I was these hoe ass niggas in they feelings
Lemme tell how I get pass all that
Look!
Verse 1:
It ain’t shit man, I kill it in the booth
I held the block down 10 toes, no crease up in my shoes
I diagnose myself with xanys when I find my mood
And I just move a Lil different
Ima different type of dude
Free my nigga wop that nigga had me on the news (Free Doowop!)
And nigga fuck the cops them niggas locked me ina room (Fuck Twin!)
I don’t like a lot of niggas, they sneak diss me in they tunes (Bitch)
That nigga shook my hand, but he yo mans
He’s not a goon (He not a goon)
Beam ona broom
Now it got you lookin shook
I was sittin up in county Rol put money on my books (Real Nigga)
I used to break inside of houses and count up money that I took (Sip Bo)
I never played powder but yo baby momma hooked (Ho)
One thing about the police nigga I don’t like em
Take off that badge I’m top shotta like a sniper
Jakes pulled me over say I’m driving with no license
I got extradited back and now they talkin bout indictment (Whhhaaaat)
(Break):
Yea so they... Nigga... they pull me over, driving with no license shit nigga (Drivin with no license can you put your hands behind your back)
Talkin bout takin me to Cali for my warrent (You aware of that? You got a warrent out in California)
I’m sitting out in Vegas for hella long, they finally ship me back to Cali and shit, probation talking bout ‘yea we tryna give you a 120 days cuz you got gang enhancement and some moe shit we heard they building a case’ I just looked at that bitch and told that bitch like this
Look!
Verse 2:
Real spill
I’m familiar with the benjis
Familiar with this money like I’m familiar with these trenches
I never tried to fit in
I’ve always been a misfit
But a since a young nigga
I was taught to go and get it
One thing that you do
You learn and you listen
These bitches, they’ll snake you
But they nothing like these niggas
Shake hands show love, whole time they be envious
Seen fake up in yo actions so it made me keep my distance
I just move a lil different
You pull a phone before a gun like you a witness
I’m shooting at niggas mommas, they say I’m shooting the innocent
I’m just tryna hit whoever these niggas living with
Swiss Tech
Cut my hand on some bippin shit
Promise I don’t give a fuck, I’m out here on my trippin shit
But I keep the gleecky on me, it ain’t no slipping shit
Man I swear to God these niggas softer than my lil sis
Bitch!