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budouble - everyday we lit lyrics

[intro]
hold on, i’m going in
take a n-gg- b-tch and then i f-ck her ’til the morning
i’m paid now
you can say i’m paid now
p-ssy got my name in his mouth, blow his brains out

[verse 1]
i done came a long way from thinking this street life was cool
‘member momma used to tell us: “beat them street lights from school!”
still, ain’t never did that
probably in them kickbacks
cut this n-gg- b-tch off, he still ain’t get his b-tch back
i ain’t never drill rap
all i did was spit facts
having fun in them foreigns, do the dash, zigzags
switching lane to lane, taking swishers to the brain
thinking how i know a bunch of sh-t i’m taking to my grave
get the f-ck from out my face!
with all that fake -ss love
free my n-gg-s downstate who had to take that buzz
who ain’t told on a d-mn thing, they took they d-mn time
thinking i’ma say a d-mn thing, you out your d-mn mind
(hold on!)

[hook]
every day it’s lit
every day it’s h-ts
every day we pull up, try [?]
every day we getting fly and f-ck another n-gg- b-tch
every day we selling nines, that’s the quarter of the brick

[post-hook]
we do this every day, i done did a lot of dirt in the streets
i done seen a whole lot of hurt in the streets
i done wore a lot of shirts in the streets
n-gg-s that i never see ‘less i get murked in the streets

[verse 2]
i can’t go
h-ll nah, i can’t go for it
run up on me, i’ma blow, torching you
your b-tch told me that you so boring
she know i run sh-t like “go, forest!”
hop up in the foreign then i get lost
cooling with a couple k!llers who ain’t never get caught
n-gg- mad ’cause his b-tch wanna f-ck on a big boss
told him, “don’t be mad at me, lil n-gg-, that’s your b-tch fault!”
we on our job, we just run it up, then we f-ck it up
i’m with the mob, watch ’em throw it up
yeah, n-gg-s know what’s up
i never flauge
yeah, i stay a hunnid
n-gg-, that’s a must
’cause we was starving
i made it better off a hunnid bucks
everyday
i swear we do this every day
lost my brother and my best friend in the month of may
now, it’s the month of may and we purging
pull up, face shot him on purpose
i swear every day it’s lit
and bad b-tch with me and that b-tch sadity
lot of n-gg-s envy ’cause they b-mmy and they pockets empty
and they know we got the pole soda
whole bunch of pappy gang soldiers

[bridge]
we ain’t for none
watch us come up, n-gg-!
watch us come up, n-gg-!
is you dumb?
if you run up, n-gg-
you get gun up, n-gg-
we don’t care ’bout what you talking ’bout
or where you come from, n-gg-
’cause we come straight from a cloth that we know you not cut from, n-gg-

- budouble lyrics

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