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e-40 & too $hort - everyday lyrics

[verse 1: e-40]
i was raised with honey badgers, my honey badgers ‘don’t care’
out here they play the game of death, truth or dare
for real, block monsters like creature feature
look like a plate? they gon’ eat ya
maney motherf-ckes, never been to a club
hard as nails, no sensitive thugs
i like ghetto booty broads that be doin they thing
take care of they business, keep they coochie clean
brazilian wax, good hygene
miss sixty jeans, poparazzi earrings
i got a duffle full of scrilla, on my way to re-up
with a ‘just say no to drugs’ sticker on my truck
soil celebrity, heavy in this b-tch
professional hustler, there’s a science to this
he started with nothin, ended up with a lot
got a record label, barber shop and a maybach

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(stunt hard cause i)
get dough everyday
(i’m the sh-t cause i)
get dough everyday
(hit a l!ck, n-gga)
get dough everyday
(hit your b-tch cause i)
get dough everyday

[verse 2: too $hort]
if you love gettin money say ‘h-ll yeah!’
(h-ll yeah!)
let’s do this sh-t
you mad the right choice if you’re choosin, b-tch
you could leave if you ain’t gettin down
but you’ll never be a square cause you get around
so you might as well go with short
reached in my pocket, had a roll of dough
no 20’s and 10’s, just 50’s and 100’s
i get it everyday, it ain’t nothin if i want it
cause i hustle for the money
spit a little game, now she want me
i make it everyday, and every night i get mo’
you don’t need to be my ho
i get fetti, b-tch
pimp game is a gift
but i don’t really use it for the same old sh-t
i’m on that corporate level, executive
my secretary is a naked b-tch

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[verse 3: e-40]
can’t let ’em take me off my square, can’t let ’em get to a fixture
throw my life away over a f-ck n-gga
born and raised in the bay, i stay tucked, n-gga
f-ck with me you’ll gon’ pay, i’ll buck a n-gga
money mackin and stackin, what’s happenin, mobbin and mashin
and if it wasn’t for rappin then i would probably be trappin
trappin, no matter what, i stay packin
blastin, if they run up i’m clappin
[too $hort]
round of applause, no hesitation
instantaneous devastation
everybody runnin, we just tryina get money
if you don’t want none, you a dummy
you look bummy, still live with your mommy
you don’t know how to hustle, can’t get sh-t from me
don’t even ask when you see us
cause me and 40, we just

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