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letra de everyday - dave east

[verse 1: dave east]
i got this sh-t from the trap
few baggies, my pen, and my pad (few baggies)
i done got rich off of rap (racks)
you throw ’em, we sendin’ ’em back, that sh-t 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
gotta hustle, go get off your back (get out)
he broke, go get him a pack
i just blew ten up in saks (dimes)
f-ck cops, they k!ll if you black (f-ck ’em)
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 (go wheelie that bike)
(this is our life)

[chorus: gunna]
this a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
takin’ risks to count this cash in every way
if you lucky, b-tch, then you just might get saved
only thing on my bucket list is i get paid
f-ck the coppers, you can’t stop us like a train
like a doctor, i got meds to heal my pain
push start on my big ol’ sport, you’d think i race
white stars shine on me in the dark inside my wraith

[verse 2: gunna]
got a plain patek philippe and a plain richard mille (yeah)
can’t explain this sh-t i see, switchin’ lanes in a new v
i done slang on every corner, i done made it out the streets
got lanes in this industry, superfreak, me and dave east (yeah)
my neck look like water, 200 sittin’ on a plain tee (yeah)
rich my persona, i bought your b-tch a new wrangler jeep
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)

[verse 3: dave east]
i’m a cold p-i-m-p
i got hoes in the benz jeep
i smoke oprah winfrey
while my bro pumpin’ -nsync
the gas the color purple, sellin’ white boy like nowitzki
the cars is foreign like gin-bili, shots burn your chest like whiskey

[verse 4: dave east]
popular n-gg-, i’m not tryna start, this is not the beginning
these n-gg-s is broke, i forgot to forget it
stay in my tote, b-tch, 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 n-gg-s, they hate when you grinnin’
i got a patek that i put on everyday
i just watched you eat that b-tch, how you not g-y?
i’m at the gun range just to practice on my aim
b-tch this crip, watch how i get rich, gunna know my game

[verse 5: gunna]
just might got trust issues, 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

- dave east

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