Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday, artist - BlocBoy JB. Album song I Am Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Everyday |
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| 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 |