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letra de every chance i get (dj khaled "every chance i get" remix) - ​marriii3x

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[intro]
yeah
uh, yeah, yeah
uh, yeah, yeah

[pre-chorus]
if the p-ssy too good then i gotta let you go
but i had to hit it once, i had to let you know
this exotic in my blunt gone make my chest explode
opp n-gga in a blunt taste like oregano
nah you can’t run, you can’t hide (hide)
slide on a n-gga get him wet up slip ‘n slide (slide)
yeah lil’ shawty wanna vibe (vibe)
wanna ride (ride)
yeah you ain’t on my schedule, ain’t got no time

[verse 1]
yeah, i just take it day by day (oh)
i do not give (?) no f-ck what another n-gga doin’
so please just may i say (oh)
i gotta few hoes in like every state
some out the border, and some by the lakes (oh)
i’m bustin’ that check, i’ma stretch it like jake (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i pray that god shield my eyes from the fake
i pray that god heal all my heart from this hate
no this ain’t sonic, we ain’t smoking shake
oh you said you want smoke? we got saunas for days
and i feel like it’s gta finding these plays
is you with me or what? get the f-ck out my way, yeah
i ain’t slept in days yeah
i look for good days yeah
i don’t mind no rain yeah
[chorus]
yeah
tell a n-gga eat a d-ck up every chance that i get
if that b-tch up in my phone, its a chance that i hit
always shoot my shot, cause i know i can’t miss yeah
i just might ice out my b-tch, i might ice out my wrist
yeah
lil’ mama finna swallow them kids
after i get in her ribs
this za make me feel like i’m growing some gills
just a young n-gga tryna’ get up in the hills
let go of the pain and the problems with drugs
mama i’m sorry i looked up to thugs
i hope i can live in the grave that i dug
cause if we go broke then we robbin’ the plug

[verse 2]
i be having dreams bout’ them dead bodies
hollow tips, .223’s, and we got them sh-ll bodies (ha)
they say, “where the old you at?”
‘ion know he in h-ll probably’
if we go and do that sh-t
nah you can’t tell bout’ it, tell bout’ it
my cup is gone keep runneth over
i pull up in a all red rover
we met at the club and went straight to the crib
she in love with the dreams that i sold her
and shawty a super-the-soaker (yeah)
lil’ freaky hoe, she love that sh-t when i choke her (yeah)
check her right off my list like i’m shopping at kroger’s
i’m good off the love cause’ these hoes do you bogus
(treiii)
[refrain]
tell a n-gga eat a d-ck up every chance that i get
if that b-tch up in my phone, its a chance that i hit
always shoot my shot, cause i know i can’t miss yeah
i just might ice out my b-tch, i might ice out my wrist
yeah
lil’ mama finna swallow them kids
after i get in her ribs
this za make me feel like i’m growing some gills
just a young n-gga tryna’ get up in the hills
i take-way the pain and the problems with drugs
mama i’m sorry i looked up to thugs
i hope i can live in the grave that i dug
and if we go broke then we robbin’ the plug

[verse 3]
brodie hit my phone he got the hoes there (yeah, lets go)
and we can get it up, so please don’t go there (yeah, ok)
fighting demons, hearing calls from both ears (yeah)
and the scars they leave don’t plan on going nowhere (yeah)
i sin like i don’t know no better
i need the racks like i’m federer
play with my nerves and i dead her (woah)
she want me to cash out on feelings alone
is you stupid? somebody come get her (yeah)
on top of the game like a header (ha)
that ass is on fat it’s a mega (ha)
she wanted some d-ck so i fed her (ah)
she wanna take over, i let her
i can’t see you, you not on my schedule
only get d-ck in her mouth, cause’ she not on my level
i be broke as b-tch if i let myself settle
you black as a b-tch, but you call out the kettle
i was pushing that gas like a pedal
i learned quick that this sh-t can get real i was raised in the ghetto
i don’t trust sh-t, so one stay in the barrel
it’s been getting hard not to play with the devil
can’t let no b-tch trick me, i feel like i’m gretel
these hoes be the same, and ain’t none of ’em special (oh)
spanish b-tch givin’ my pito some besos
i gave her one shot like she want an espresso (oh)
get from around me, you n-ggas be extra
i show my pain when i’m learning my lessons
pray to the lord and i count all my blessings
i pray to the lord i don’t end on a stretcher
[chorus}
yeah
tell a n-gga eat a d-ck up every chance that i get
if that b-tch up in my phone, its a chance that i hit
always shoot my shot, cause i know i can’t miss yeah
i just might ice out my b-tch, i might ice out my wrist, yeah
lil’ mama finna swallow them kids
after i get in her ribs
this za make me feel like i’m growing some gills
just a young n-gga tryna’ get up in the hills
let go of the pain and the problems with drugs
mama i’m sorry i looked up to thugs
i hope i can live in the grave that i dug
cause if we go broke then we robbin’ the plug

- marriii3x

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