Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everyday Anthem , by - Jae Millz. Release date: 04.02.2013
Song language: English
Everyday Anthem |
| I’m coming for them racks, racks, racks |
| All dressed in black, black, black |
| Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers |
| Real niggas, where you at, at, at? |
| I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord |
| To keep the devil off my back, back, back |
| I make em girls drop it low, low, low |
| Can’t keep my city on my cut, cut, cut |
| Uptown rider, blunt long as a dollar |
| You’s a choir boy, I’m straight out of the jungle, surge your blocka |
| My youngins off the blocka, break you up something proper |
| Like that choppa turn yo ass in that chicken enchilada |
| I ain’t fuckin with them niggas who wasn’t fuckin with me |
| See how them tables turn? |
| Fuck favors, nothing for free |
| Yea that bullshit, I’m on that |
| My dick — yo girl on that |
| Word I know she ain’t, she just show up everywhere I perform at |
| How you wanna do it boy? |
| I’m bout that |
| My team runnin out of money, I doubt that |
| Stuntin like mall this tall ballin, I’m on my grizzly bitch |
| I’m a nigga’s worst nightmare and a bitch’s wish |
| I’m coming for them racks, racks, racks |
| All dressed in black, black, black |
| Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers |
| Real niggas, where you at, at, at? |
| I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord |
| To keep the devil off my back, back, back |
| I make em girls drop it low, low, low |
| Can’t keep my city on my cut, cut, cut |
| New York City rider, full of GT vodka |
| I’m sprayin in her mouth and she embrace it like banaka |
| And she hate it when I stop her |
| So never do I stop her |
| I just light my good and watch er |
| Get messy like whopper |
| I’m a painful home, wreck a nigga life hurts |
| I turn your wife into my after the club work |
| You too close, my shooters show you how them slugs work |
| Fuckin with Millz is deadly like Magic’s bloodwork |
| Roll another blunt, pop another molly |
| I’m with Lee, that Korean bitch is taking shots of sake |
| Livin sucka free, far from where them suckas be |
| Jehova witness blow my name |
| Ringin bells all up the streets |
| I’m coming for them racks, racks, racks |
| All dressed in black, black, black |
| Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers |
| Real niggas, where you at, at, at? |
| I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord |
| To keep the devil off my back, back, back |
| I make em girls drop it low, low, low |
| Can’t keep my city on my cut, cut, cut |
| I’m coming for them racks, racks, racks |
| Young Money, cash money |
| Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers |
| We all 100 over here, G’d up |
| I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord |
| To keep the devil off my back, back, back |
| Uptown til the casket drop, you already now |
| Can’t keep my city on my cut, cut, cut |
| Millz! |