Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everyday , by - Soopafly. Release date: 28.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everyday |
| Check it, I bust a bitch till she butt naked |
| Soopafly D-P from Cali one raked |
| Eastside Long Beach, this one to eat |
| Or all, rough, ruggeded and raw |
| We give it to yall, us niggas give fuck naw |
| It’s like everyday, I greet my niggas with a grin |
| They pull out the dice, starting grinnin and shake it twice |
| But I don’t gamble, I pull a bitch like a door handle |
| Let that bitch leave nothing but toe sandals |
| And a map, it’s like that |
| I ain’t payin nothing until she bring they pipe back |
| It’s like twice that, my niggas fell to semm they like that |
| Fuck rap, fuck a around and you get snatched |
| What a tight match, and Tray Dee, Soo' and Style |
| When I say tight, they «Ha» like Juvenile |
| Bust a regal, livin life illegal |
| Time to say whut up to all my people (Whut Up, Whut Up) |
| Eastsidin, did my first crime with an automatic nine |
| And every since then I known about to grind |
| Tryin to rap, and slang at the same time |
| That was then, and look at me now |
| Ballin like a motherfucka, puttin it down |
| With Soopafly, who got gangsta shit |
| Eastside Long Beach as we represent |
| Pimpin everyday (Every day) |
| We doin this Everyday (Everyday) |
| Everyday (Everyday) |
| Just doing our thang (just doing our thang) |
| We ain’t trippin (Everyday) |
| We doin this everyday (we doin this like everyday) |
| Everyday (like everyday) |
| Just doing our thang, trippin |
| We dippin, sippin, saggin, and crippin |
| Slap a bitch with this dick with stand vicious, we pimpin |
| Watch a sucker drop, bank rolls a ho |
| While mackin keep me stackin bankin, and clothes (We Stroll) |
| With a limp from the limp of my clip |
| Plus this heavyweight peace with all the diamonds that drip |
| Bitch, you best recongnize how we ball day |
| All day every day, ain’t no playin a tray |
| I’m like an ace of space, I bust I’m doin too much |
| Catch her in traffic I’m scoopin her up |
| Jumpin out the white with the park lights on |
| High as a kite, shootin dice all night long |
| I stay hustlin and mustlin to keep my effect |
| Smoke a quarter or a half, fuck a cheap dime sack |
| I’m livin to the limt or don’t live it all, get it and ball |
| Nigga look at me and my doggz |
| I floss my gold chain, with diamonds |
| The Italian style, the bad person Tray Davis, Soopafly, and Style |
| I never lost my touch not a bit |
| Today I’m better than I was yesterday with this |
| Don’t test touch my fast hand draw |
| If my strap is in the car, I’m going bomb to the shore |
| We the number one supporters, drugs, gang love |
| Smoke the weed, throwing up gang signs, we gangstas |
| Got to love, got to thugged it up for our mouth |
| I be on this every single day, no doubt |
| See me, I’m worth about 450 and ounce |
| I drop sixteen bars, and go buy me a car |
| I’m just an local universal with my vocal |
| Put the hip hop fan base in a choke hold |
| My gang Dogg Pound, a gang of gangstas and entertainers |
| Sign an autograph, bangin, and we rich and we famous |
| — repeat to fade |