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Letra : Everyday
(I can't cap, b*t*h, I don't even know your f**kin' name)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I don't even know how much I made)
(Your lil' bad b*t*h, look good in the sun, like lemonade)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just want some icing on my motherf**king cake
I'm havin' racks, b*t*h, yeah, I might just blow 'em in your face
I'm smokin' thrax, b*t*h, and it got me floatin' out in space
I can't cap, b*t*h, I don't even know how much I made
Your lil' bad b*t*h, look good in the sun, like lemonade
Live it up, b*t*h, we be havin' fun like evеry day
Yes, I run it up, baby, every singlе night I get paid
Big F&N, this sh*t gon' flip your Wraith
I'ma make some new bread, 'cause I had a bad day
If I call up my slime, then he gon' lift your face off
Quick draw aim, n***a, ain't no face-off
Come through, sprayin' sh*t up just like Lysol
Yes, I stay by myself, I don't really like y'all
I'm pourin' Codeine up, feel like K
I don't stay with a mean mug, that's my face
I can't f**k with these folks, 'cause they really fake
Backwood of Gelato, take it to the face
Get money, the motto, I'm not talkin' Drake
I think I wanna buy a fully auto drac', dawg
I'm sippin' lean, baby, I don't drink, no
And we on the top floor, with the big dawg
Smoking big dog, rest in peace to the big boss
And I know that she lovin' me, through all my flaws
Yeah, I'm fly but I'm finna fall
Yeah, I'm gone, please don't f**kin' call me
Might mix the Chrome Hearts, with Miyake
When I'm touchin' this guap, n***as better stop me
Damn, there go the opps, n***a, grab the Glockie
Damn, there go the cops, put this sh*t in high speed
I just want some icing on my motherf**king cake
I'm havin' racks, b*t*h, yeah, I might just blow 'em in your face
I'm smokin' thrax, b*t*h, and it got me floatin' out in space
I can't cap, b*t*h, I don't even know how much I made
Your lil' bad b*t*h, look good in the sun, like lemonade
Live it up, b*t*h, we be havin' fun like every day
Yes, I run it up, baby, every single night I get paid
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I don't even know how much I made)
(Your lil' bad b*t*h, look good in the sun, like lemonade)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just want some icing on my motherf**king cake
I'm havin' racks, b*t*h, yeah, I might just blow 'em in your face
I'm smokin' thrax, b*t*h, and it got me floatin' out in space
I can't cap, b*t*h, I don't even know how much I made
Your lil' bad b*t*h, look good in the sun, like lemonade
Live it up, b*t*h, we be havin' fun like evеry day
Yes, I run it up, baby, every singlе night I get paid
Big F&N, this sh*t gon' flip your Wraith
I'ma make some new bread, 'cause I had a bad day
If I call up my slime, then he gon' lift your face off
Quick draw aim, n***a, ain't no face-off
Come through, sprayin' sh*t up just like Lysol
Yes, I stay by myself, I don't really like y'all
I'm pourin' Codeine up, feel like K
I don't stay with a mean mug, that's my face
I can't f**k with these folks, 'cause they really fake
Backwood of Gelato, take it to the face
Get money, the motto, I'm not talkin' Drake
I think I wanna buy a fully auto drac', dawg
I'm sippin' lean, baby, I don't drink, no
And we on the top floor, with the big dawg
Smoking big dog, rest in peace to the big boss
And I know that she lovin' me, through all my flaws
Yeah, I'm fly but I'm finna fall
Yeah, I'm gone, please don't f**kin' call me
Might mix the Chrome Hearts, with Miyake
When I'm touchin' this guap, n***as better stop me
Damn, there go the opps, n***a, grab the Glockie
Damn, there go the cops, put this sh*t in high speed
I just want some icing on my motherf**king cake
I'm havin' racks, b*t*h, yeah, I might just blow 'em in your face
I'm smokin' thrax, b*t*h, and it got me floatin' out in space
I can't cap, b*t*h, I don't even know how much I made
Your lil' bad b*t*h, look good in the sun, like lemonade
Live it up, b*t*h, we be havin' fun like every day
Yes, I run it up, baby, every single night I get paid
