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