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Dave East - Everyday Lyrics
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I got this shit from the trap,
Few baggies, my pen, and my pad (few baggies)
I done got rich off of rap, you throw 'em
We sendin' 'em back (pop, pop, pop), that shit is a fact
My young boy ain't got no ID on 'em
He had to slip through the back (go in the back)
They took everything he had off his body
He thought he was lit 'cause he rap (take that off)
Gotta hustle, go get off your back
He broke, go get him a pack
I just blew 10 up in Saks (dimes)
F*ck cops, they kill if you black (f*ck the cops)
You might get a deal if you nice (you might)
Gelato I'm smokin' to give you the feelin'
You feel when you feel on a flight
Light up a blunt, go wheelie that bike
(This is our life)

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
F*ck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train (nah)
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith

Got a plain Patek Phillipe and a plain Richard Mille (yeah)
Can't explain this shit I see (explain)
Switchin' lanes in a new V (skrr)
I just slain on that record, I done made it out the streets
Gotta licence this industry, so for free, me and Dave East
My name look like water, two hundred sittin' on a plain tee (yeah)
Rich my persona, I bought your bitch a new Wrangler Jeep (yeah)
Keep that stick on me, 'cause if they play, we gon' play for keeps
Back to back Royces, me and me
We the champs that they envy (champs)

I'm a cold P-I-M-P (cold)
I got hoes in the Benz Jeep
I smoke Oprah Winfrey
While my bro pumpin' *NSYNC (white)
The gas the color purple, sellin' white-boy like Nowitzki (white)
The cars is foreign like Ginobili
Shots burn your chest like whiskey (pow)

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
F*ck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train (nah)
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith

Popular nigga, I'm not tryna start, this is not the beginning
These nigga is broke, I forgot to forget it
Sand in my toes, bitch, I'm tropical livin'
I try not to pay no attention, they probably gon' hate 'til I'm finished
F*ck it, as long as they pay me with interest
Bonkers, now I jump out Ranges that's tinted
Smile at them niggas, they hate when you grinnin' (cheese)
I got a Patek that I put on everyday (everyday)
I just watched you eat that bitch, how you not gay? (how you not gay)
I'm at the gun range just to practice on my aim (practice aim) (pow, pow, pow)
Bitch this crip, watch how I get rich, Gunna know my game

Please make your choices
Yes, I'm goin' bonkers, you f*ck with me
Once my mind made up, I'm pullin' up like the Grim Reaper
Since I like drippin', my swag is blue and that's all I see
Ain't no rap cappin', this lifestyle true, ain't no flaw in me

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
F*ck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train (nah)
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith
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(Did it)

I got this shit from the trap,
Few baggies, my pen, and my pad (few baggies)
I done got rich off of rap, you throw 'em
We sendin' 'em back (pop, pop, pop), that shit is a fact
My young boy ain't got no ID on 'em
He had to slip through the back (go in the back)
They took everything he had off his body
He thought he was lit 'cause he rap (take that off)
Gotta hustle, go get off your back
He broke, go get him a pack
I just blew 10 up in Saks (dimes)
F*ck cops, they kill if you black (f*ck the cops)
You might get a deal if you nice (you might)
Gelato I'm smokin' to give you the feelin'
You feel when you feel on a flight
Light up a blunt, go wheelie that bike
(This is our life)

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
F*ck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train (nah)
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith

Got a plain Patek Phillipe and a plain Richard Mille (yeah)
Can't explain this shit I see (explain)
Switchin' lanes in a new V (skrr)
I just slain on that record, I done made it out the streets
Gotta licence this industry, so for free, me and Dave East
My name look like water, two hundred sittin' on a plain tee (yeah)
Rich my persona, I bought your bitch a new Wrangler Jeep (yeah)
Keep that stick on me, 'cause if they play, we gon' play for keeps
Back to back Royces, me and me
We the champs that they envy (champs)

I'm a cold P-I-M-P (cold)
I got hoes in the Benz Jeep
I smoke Oprah Winfrey
While my bro pumpin' *NSYNC (white)
The gas the color purple, sellin' white-boy like Nowitzki (white)
The cars is foreign like Ginobili
Shots burn your chest like whiskey (pow)

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
F*ck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train (nah)
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith

Popular nigga, I'm not tryna start, this is not the beginning
These nigga is broke, I forgot to forget it
Sand in my toes, bitch, I'm tropical livin'
I try not to pay no attention, they probably gon' hate 'til I'm finished
F*ck it, as long as they pay me with interest
Bonkers, now I jump out Ranges that's tinted
Smile at them niggas, they hate when you grinnin' (cheese)
I got a Patek that I put on everyday (everyday)
I just watched you eat that bitch, how you not gay? (how you not gay)
I'm at the gun range just to practice on my aim (practice aim) (pow, pow, pow)
Bitch this crip, watch how I get rich, Gunna know my game

Please make your choices
Yes, I'm goin' bonkers, you f*ck with me
Once my mind made up, I'm pullin' up like the Grim Reaper
Since I like drippin', my swag is blue and that's all I see
Ain't no rap cappin', this lifestyle true, ain't no flaw in me

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
F*ck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train (nah)
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith
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Writer: David Brewster, Steven Carless, Torrance Edmonds, Askia Fountain, Sergio Kitchens, Derrick Omondi Okoth
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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