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Ev'ryday
Lyricist:David Blake
Now, now who be the top O G from the W? Who? Gang bang with heat, that's what I'm telling you If you feel defeat within'll dwell on you And you ain't got enough chip of what I'm sellin' you
Now get up out them bandanas, try denim 'Cus if you keep 'em on you gon' die in 'em Pop in that, in that and that hood Hell I even call a little funkin' in the back woods
I give props to St Louis, props to Memphis Buck the dirt weed, homie let's hit this Props to Minneapolis, props to Mejico Or where ever we go the C P T flows
Four deep in the Lexo Rollin' chrome and all wood All up in the wrong hood Where bitches is no good but pussy be so good
Now that's your wife but that my trick And if you taste rubber then that's my ooh Don't panic, I didn't bareback her I manage to fight feelin', she was givin' none Now you got her in bandages
And walkin' through the complex, cussin' out managers They let us in, playa we got advantages Truth is she had homies, I was horny So we laid on the bed and made sandwiches
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by Keep an eye on they, started spotted [Incomprehensible]I don't know why Turned my back on an awesome party, I'ma stay well guarded And if you wanna bring me up back the fuck up off mine Then we can get it started
Yeah Crawf Dog come through, slap meat in ya mouth Beatin' it out, yeah we freaked it out You sure know how to get a brother off Off ya good when ya skeetin' it out
So we seepin' out, creepin' out Hittin' hotels and eatin' out She got dropped off at the corner of the block 'Cus the man got heat in the house
I seen the nigga peepin' out What, what you gon' shoot? You got a deuce-deuce? Aw, that's cute Scooter better scoot with his little boot Before I put holes in him like a flute
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So do I have to make the call to make you fall You shit our shit come through the walls You better not duck with ya ass in the air 'Cus I'ma knock off ya balls!
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by Keep an eye on they, started spotted [Incomprehensible]I don't know why Turned my back on an awesome party, I'ma stay well guarded And if you wanna bring me up back the fuck up off mine Then we can get it started
I ain't givin' no respect to you bustas That ain't givin' none to me why should I? And when shit get kicked up on the asphalt Don't come run to me
'Cus I'ma be up all in the S class doin' doughnuts Lookin' for the best ass to fit on nuts He said, she said, you talk a lot Peel a niggas eardrums back in the parkin' lot Ya need to shut up
Lyin' and you puttin' too much on it Tellin' that story with a touch on it 'Cus pimpin' takes care of the playboy That let it take care of the P
You too! If you wasn't so concerned of another niggas business How many cars he got, how many kids And how many stars he knocked How many years you done did that couldn't been spent on you
So get on out and get it crackin' And send me a broad that's packin' I need a little yellow real mellow playin' cello in the twelve grade Lookin' for a selve made G
One that comes from the C P T The DJ Q U I K with no C Not to gang bang, sucka let my nuts hang Getting down Crawf and J D
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by Keep an eye on they, started spotted [Incomprehensible]I don't know why Turned my back on an awesome party, I'ma stay well guarded And if you wanna bring me up back the fuck up off mine Then we can get it started
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by Keep an eye on they, started spotted [Incomprehensible]I don't know why Turned my back on an awesome party, I'ma stay well guarded And if you wanna bring me up back the fuck up off mine Then we can get it started
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