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mostack & dave - every day* lyrics

[intro]
(ill blu)

[chorus: dave]
she don’t wanna f+ck with a n+gga that’s rich for a week
i told her, “come f+ck with a n+gga like me, ’cause i’m on my [?]”
every day, every day, i live this life every day
every day, every day, i live this life every day
i told her

[verse 1: mostack & dave]
to all the guys that diss me, where did the diss go?
i can’t even respond, you ain’t got a wristband
check this bro, how they tryna [?]
they can’t even get into the disco
they hatin’, but it’s alright
’cause the [?] dem be looking like some disco li+lights
[disco li+life, disco li+li+life?]
uh, testing, testing
me in two+three, man just stepped in
got a brown+skin girl from the west ham
but we ain’t best friends, [tell us?], not textin’
my girl got a body so tempting
she needs work on the christmas [?] ting
but i treat life like samsung
’cause never would iphone exit
and man used the backdoor as a entrance
when we walk through, we used the fire exit
[?] me, let’s speak into more action, action, please (look)
[chorus: dave]
she don’t wanna f+ck with a n+gga that’s rich for a week
i told her, “come f+ck with a n+gga like me, ’cause i’m on my [?]”
every day, every day, i live this life every day
every day, every day, i live this life every day
she told me

[verse 2: mostack]
yo, lemme buy that one, or let me get both
why? ’cause i’m indecisive
i didn’t even think [of prices?]
i only like twenties and fifties, i ain’t really into fivers
[cruising one?] whip, then i switch devices
this a nice whip i can fit your wife in
how could you even think of, think of wiving?
how could you even—
i roll [?] twos and fives
[?] who’s them guys?
baby, i’m just cruisin’ by
i gotta talk ’cause my boy get the shank, and gets into too much fights
moving like he’s got no brain
but you will think that he’s so sane
selling crack, h+lla cocaine
and if we run up on you
you ain’t dying off of old age
nah, you ain’t dying off of old age
how you gonna beef me with no cake?
tinted windows, opaque
but whip all white like cocaine
nine out of ten at least
got a back in jeans, that peach, got know waist
i don’t wanna talk ’bout old ways
man is still on bell for an old […]

- mostack dave lyrics

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