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letra de everyday - rich gang, cory gunz, birdman, busta rhymes & mystikal

birdman]
yeah, bigga than life
ymcmb, flashy life style
[?] up on my headphones, my n-gg-
and my ones up

hustle in the morning, smokin’ in the clouds
b-tches come in dumpin’ cause they ran a hundred miles
rain still pourin’, the bottles lift up
stuntin’ on them b-tches and the whips flamed up
the sun do shine, christmas every day
them holidays comin’, so you know we quit the spray
muscle is a must, the money in the can
strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand

uh, holla holla
hehe, go
i’m a need a mountain of money
a mountain that amount the amounts to a mountain of money
ride out with my dunny, fresh up out your mommy
shout to the tummy – eat, sleep, sh-t on my toes
bust a b-tch in her nose cause they mouth so runny
back to the money, dada
give a n-gg- bread like “bless you” (thank you) nada
i’m been on the block from the top tryna plot on a spot
now i’m game with it – ta da!
f-ck around, i’ll bang with the sawed-off
f-ck around, rob these n-gg-s, do my thing like “voila”
ain’t nothin’ changed but the dollars
n-gg-s so lame cause they ain’t gon’ claim i’m they father
f-ck it
i’m one of the n-gg-s that don’t fold
treat me like one of them n-gg-s that don’t rap
spinning ’em like a tommy, automatic my laddy
i’ve been known to get n-gg-s in one “blap!”
when i trip up, it’s foreign – when i grip up, it’s foreign
when i f-ck, b-tch foreign
pull on my trukfit foregin…
pull on my trukfit foregin…
i don’t trust these hoes

every single morning that a n-gg- get out of bed
know a n-gg- gotta get it
money to burn, raw og kush in a $100 bill, smoke weed with it
why y’all n-gg-s wanna whip sh-t with it?
mulssane, i ain’t gotta put a key in it
true don, make me wanna whip in it
different money – add another didget
get this money then i slide and i’m gone
y’all already know who’s side that i’m on
ymcmb, lil’ n-gg- – rich gang, everything far from the norm
from the jails to the college campus, we’ve got ’em yellin’ in the dorms
we try to compete ’til they go bankrupt, and we’re just gettin’ warm
if you ain’t know, motherf-cker, you can take another look, n-gg-
whole team strong…
and we knock every spot on the charts
every time a n-gg- drop each song
i don’t need to tell ’em, they already know what it is
we run every city and we runnin’ every block, n-gg-
respect this conglomerate, b-tch, cause you can’t reach the number one spot

yup, i quit that b-tch, don’t look at my bucks
and i’m about that sell, pop back on that bus
nah man, f-ck them hoes, i won my o’s
b-tch, i gotta go, let’s roll back on the show
she bad, we see ya, another n-gg- can’t beat her
in the [?] then back to the streets
b-tch, it’s a habit to f-ck it with weezy
thank god for tunechi, lord bless stunna
hallejulah, cash money, i was going under
tryna f-ck my [?], and i do my ana
and i ain’t talking ’bout [?]
b-tch, [?] n-gg- as my mama
but, we are tha business
that’s all they seeing
you cannot f-ck with them
go ask my n-gg- slim

- rich gang cory gunz birdman busta rhymes mystikal

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