Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything, Everyday, Everywhere, artist - Fabolous. Album song Loso's Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Everything, Everyday, Everywhere |
Same shit different day, just ride through the city, lookin pretty as the usual |
It’s the same old thang, got the name on the chain, just to let 'em know, |
who’s who |
And they know I’ve over here, so they come and find me right after they lose you |
For you niggas in the way, we can let the guns say — excuse you |
At the end of the day, we just tryin find our way and I might be a come up |
(nice) |
And baby you can hitch a ride but you gotta know how to do more than keep a |
thumb up |
It’s so incredible that it ain’t edible but they know the cake’s real |
(I'm the Pillsbury Dough Man) |
Yo, I couldn’t even say, ask these other silicon niggas how being fake feel |
Yay, every day is my day, I’m a do it my way, every day, yeah |
Everything about me, what they love about me? |
Everything, yeah |
Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby, yeah, baby |
And everybody’s cool, but y’all, just, ain’t, me |
Somebody better tell 'em that we in this bitch like an unborn baby (hey!) |
See we be everywhere and they ain’t never there, couldn’t tell you where they be |
And you already know you ain’t gotta ask me you can see that everything is up |
And I’m so about my money, you ain’t talkin about no money |
You ain’t even gotta bring it up (Huh?) |
And I hope you don’t think me give a sugar honey iced tea or a middle finger up |
(haha) |
I just stay sucker free, leave the lames where they be and I let my chips |
Pringle up |
Everybody calm down, there’s enough to go around, you just gotta say how much |
you want |
Don’t know what you’re lookin for, unless it’s a problem, I promise this ain’t |
what you want |
— w/ ad libs |
(Hey!), can you do me this favor? |
Answer this question (huh?) — y’all gon' try who? |
(please) |
See the shoes by Gucci, bag by Louie, the hatin’ll be by you (hater) |
And I appreciate the love, thank the man above |
Cause a nigga feel so blessed (thank God) |
Yeah and I ain’t gonna stop, better get 'em Red Bulls |
I don’t give these haters no rest (yeah) |
— w/ ad libs |
«Every» — repeated until fade |