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kalan.frfr - everybody (remix) lyrics

[intro]
(b+b+bankroll got it)

[chorus: kalan.frfr & 310babii]
ayy, bloods, crips, hoes, pimps
thugs, strips, n+ggas, b+tches
everybody, everybody
ayy, bloods, crips, hoes, pimps
thugs, strips, n+ggas, b+tches
everybody (ball), everybody

[verse 1: 310babii]
i’ma sit in front of everybody, i don’t like n0body
b+tch puttin’ hashtag thick, but ain’t got no body
shake that sh+t, baby, it’s an earthquake
she got more cake than a f+ckin’ birthday
she said she on me bad, she love me down the worst way
i gave it to her, baow, she felt it the next day
i hate an everybody b+tch that’s in everybody face
when you busy, you fake, but that’s what everybody say, baow

[verse 2: ohgeesy]
the n+ggas that you with, they gon’ go and tell on everybody
sh+t that we involved in, this sh+t ain’t for everybody
these hoes is for everybody, i got smoke for anybody
i’ll squabble everybody, i’ll squabble anybody
me turnt down, that’s some sh+t that you ain’t heard about me
sip so much lean, she gon’ come and suck the syrup out me
jiggin’ off the pill, i’ma go and sweat the yerk up out me
opps watch my instagram, why you n+ggas worried ’bout me?
ayy, halfs, zips, pints, bricks, wock’, tint, par, tris
servin’ everybody, we servin’ everybody
[chorus: kalan.frfr]
bloods, crips, hoes, pimps
thugs, strips, n+ggas, b+tches
everybody, everybody

[verse 3: bluebucksclan dj]
everybody know some b+tches, know some hoes (everybody)
takin’ pictures in the rolls, they don’t never wear no clothes (never wear no clothes)
everybody know i got some big money that don’t fold (yeah)
everybody know it’s b+tches at my shows (b+tches at my shows)
every b+tch wanna go on trips (trips)
every b+tch wanna be my b+tch (yeah)
can’t n0body see behind these tints (no)
clipper game, seat behind they bench (seat behind they bench)
everybody f+ckin’ with me, ain’t no issue

[verse 4: jeeezy]
don’t n0body know my b+tch, it’s confidential (yeah)
know some b+tches that be lyin’, ain’t no n+ggas on my finsta (ain’t no n+ggas)
i be knowin’ my assignment, she be shakin’ when i l!ck it (when i l!ck it)
grip her hands, i make her take it while i’m hittin’ (godd+mn)
this n+gga swear he threw some bands, but no, he didn’t (no, you didn’t)
we on facetime, chains hittin’ (chains hittin’)
on the baseline, game sixin’ (game six, john mackk, oh my god)
finna f+ck her, yeah, she finally found a sitter
[verse 5: john mackk]
everywhere i go, all the bad hoes with me (yeah, they with me)
everybody know she got ass, but i like titties, uh (i like titties)
your b+tch deserve a new purse ’cause she pretty, uh (yeah, she pretty)
that boy had no real money since stimmy (oh my god)
you can see who got it ’round this b+tch, the glow different (glow)
bad+ho committee ’round here, i told n+ggas, uh (i told n+ggas)
if we talk about a bag, we both in it (we both in it)
she don’t need a n+gga not for nothin’, she go get it, ooh (not for nothin’)
everybody want her, she raw, huh? (ugh)
they know she with me when them n+ggas saw us (saw us)
ayy, ugh, be quiet, the law come (hey, hey, hey)
they know when them people in our face, don’t talk none

[chorus: kalan.frfr & g perico]
bloods, crips, hoes, pimps
thugs, strips, n+ggas, b+tches
everybody, everybody (yeah, look)

[verse 6: g perico]
everybody in the city throwin’ up gang signs
diamonds dance off the pinky when i bang mine
every bad b+tch in the city gotta stay fly
keep that hair tight, keep them nails right
yeah, my b+tch think i’m f+ckin’ everybody
sharin’ my location, she tweakin’ out on everybody
from the mall, get fresh, then i’m to the block
from the block to the club, i’m bringin’ everybody
[verse 7: rjmrla]
nope, i don’t wanna hear about it
you talk too much, you gon’ die in front of everybody
she come back, give me brain, she alumni me
everybody know my name, you a n0body
everybody know my game, that b+tch globetrotters
everybody know my chain, that b+tch strobe lightin’
everybody say you changed, you for sure got it
last n+gga speakin’ on my name, they made a ghost out him

[verse 8: rucci]
ayy, oh, they let lil’ rucci in this b+tch, this for everybody
hundred up with a baby glock, don’t go nowhere without it
i be outside every day, you gon’ hear about it
i could blow a hundred right now and not care about it
okay, bloods, bloods, bloods, bloods
i be off drugs, two+steppin’ with my gun
with the b+tch eatin’ bg, i’m goin’ dumb+ditty+dumb
r.i.p. sean mackk, n+ggas know where i’m from

[verse 9: heembeezy]
yeah, every b+tch need a n+gga like me
she wanna suck d+ck, so i put her on her knees
stop playin’, i’m a n+gga, we ain’t f+ckin’ for the free
pretty b+tch, all real hair, she ain’t doin’ weave
i’m a dog, i’ma beat it up ’til she can’t breathe
i’m rich as the f+ck, make her n+gga hate me
i pulled up in the benz, now she wanna date me
baby, you and all your friends comin’ if they say please
every b+tch in the party got ass
bring it here, f+ck with me, you get a carti’ and a bag, on the gang
any b+tch with me gon’ turn into a sl+t
she mean and she ratchet, she tatted on the b+tt, yeah

[chorus: kalan.frfr]
bloods, crips, hoes, pimps
thugs, strips, n+ggas, b+tches
everybody, everybody

[verse 10: cuzzos]
every cuzzo with me in this b+tch
know the bloods call me buzzo, but i’m cool with the crips
f+ck i look like givin’ goofy n+ggas half of my sh+t?
every n+gga i got trick, every hatin’ ho sick, d+mn
all my shooters bustin’ out the roof
and my n+ggas get into it ’bout that loot, they bandicoot
now who the f+ck walkin’ ’round thinkin’ cuzzos brand new?
i’m at they neck like a noose, all my n+ggas come in twos, i’m for real

[verse 11: cuzzos]
everybody wanna hang with the big dogs
everybody screamin’ cuzzos, we been viral since lift+off
other b+tches really lame, n+ggas sick ’cause they b+tch soft
yeah, we eatin’ like rick ross, it’s our season, they p+ssed off
of course we goin’ up, shouldn’t even have to ask
cuzzos been about a bag, up in cheetahs throwin’ cash
pullin’ songs up out our ass and these losers really mad
we always finish first, ain’t no comp’, you b+tches last, hmm, dumbass

[verse 12: cuzzos]
every n+gga wanna f+ck (every n+gga wanna f+ck)
every b+tch on your team could get touched (could get touched)
i let him dive in the p+ssy, buzzos
ain’t a hillbilly, but he f+ckin’ with the cuzzos
every walk to the bank gettin’ hefty
bank teller only b+tch that’s gon’ check me
p+ssy wet, nemo, lil’ daddy, come and find me
who i’ma hit in this b+tch? i said everybody

[chorus: kalan.frfr]
bloods, crips, hoes, pimps
thugs, strips, n+ggas, b+tches
everybody, everybody
ayy, bloods, crips, hoes, pimps
thugs, strips, n+ggas, b+tches
everybody, everybody

[verse 13: wallie the sensei]
bloods, throw it up, crips, throw it up
pirus, chunk it up while the hoovers hoover stomp
not everybody get respect, n+gga, you ain’t done enough
i know some skateboard n+ggas that’ll f+ck a n+gga up
she off molly, tequila, and a lil’ bit of weed
bank account like a garden, sh+t, i started with a seed
we’ll send shots at him while he party on the east
and we’ll f+ck the party up and make everybody leave

[verse 14: chef boy]
look, on instagram, everybody got a body, everybody got some money
every b+tch got a bbl with a flat tummy (woah)
every n+gga think he fly when he is really bummy
i’m ridin’ around with this ooh and i’m ’bout to go dummy
i slide up, slide off, in your b+tch, i slide in
i ride around in this coupe with the four+five and the fn (woah)
and if your b+tch got a leopard, then she on the right route
because i like my b+tch thick, but i’m still at lil’ booty house

[outro: kalan.frfr]
ayy, bloods, crips, hoes, pimps
everybody

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