Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday, artist - BlocBoy JB.
Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Song language: English
Everyday |
Word |
Word |
Yeah, every day |
I text, I call, I flex, I ball |
I go through this shit every day |
I flex, I ball, I text, I call |
My ex, we go through this shit every day |
I ignore y’all, iPhone, missed call |
From my bitch, we go through this shit every day |
How can I sleep when we go through this shit every day? |
How we gon' eat when you be interrupting me getting paid? |
When we go broke, I bet you’re gonna have nothin' to say |
Matter fact, the money only reason you call me bae |
She a gold digger, she don’t fuck with broke niggas |
Rose gold Audemar, got that off a show, nigga |
Pinky ring blingin', but fuck that shit, we need some more pistols |
'Cause every time a nigga get some money, it bring more issues |
Came a long way from sleepin' on my fuckin' mama’s couch |
Got my first check, got some guns and bought my mom a house |
You think that I ain’t work for this shit? |
Ayy, watch your fuckin' mouth |
I was robbin' for the dollars, now I’m gettin' gwalas now |
I was fuckin' black feets, nigga fuckin' models now |
I was smokin' point three, Backwoods by the boxes now |
.40 by my boxers, try to rob me, I’ma gun you down |
Chain shine like it’s sunny now, niggas funny, Leroy Brown |
I flex, I ball, I text, I call |
My ex, we go through this shit every day |
I ignore y’all, iPhone, missed call |
From my bitch, we go through this shit every day |
How can I sleep when we go through this shit every day? |
How we gon' eat when you be interrupting me getting paid? |
When we go broke, I bet you’re gonna have nothin' to say |
Matter fact, the money only reason you call me bae |
Every day, every day is like a holiday |
When I reset and think, I took the harder way |
The Wraith or the Wagen, I don’t know which car today |
I’m actin' cocky, I’m heavy on water weight |
Niggas ain’t solid and I know that |
I’m with the gang, don’t nothin' come before that |
Aggravated off of yellow, Bodak |
Pop you just like Prozac |
Not just talkin', rappin', spit truth through the interphase (Right now) |
Backstage of the venue, strap tucked in my inner waist |
Your money low, I sip Hi-Tech (Red) |
Every day I flex, but we used to stress |
'Member that (Huh?) |
On the set, I spent a huncho on a Rolex, yeah (On Skydweller) |
And you know we ain’t goin' for it, too much money for it |
Wanna go to war, flip your Honda Accord |
Wipe that baby nose, had to cut his cord |
Blade on the K, chopper with the sword |
Every day your bitch tryna see the boy (Every day) |
She know that I’m winnin', keep the score |
Got her legs open like Aventador |
I flex, I ball, I text, I call |
My ex, we go through this shit every day |
I ignore y’all, iPhone, missed call |
From my bitch, we go through this shit every day |
How can I sleep when we go through this shit every day? |
How we gon' eat when you be interrupting me getting paid? |
When we go broke, I bet you’re gonna have nothin' to say |
Matter fact, the money only reason you call me bae |