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letra de everyday - stanwill

[intro]
yeah, every single day up out the week i’ma touch pape
yeah, i’ma touch pape
every, huh, yeah

[verse]
every single day up out the week i’ma touch pape
all my new b-tch designer real but her b-tt fake
at the set tripping [?] for my lunch break
i don’t beef with [?] with yo baby, i’ma f-ck face
just last week, blew four hundred all on steak bites
shrimp fry his ass, all that talking like a great white
ain’t sh-t wet, bro’ll show you what his j like
told dukes that her son shining like the daylight
hundred 201s, i’ma slide like a [?]
strutting out of somerset wеtter than a great lake
i’ma gеt the face from yo b-tch while she face eighths
gang dangerous than a b-tch, they don’t stay safe
think he superman? get him blew and leave his cape red
got a [?] all a n-gga know is chase bread
i don’t want sh-t from a b-tch if it ain’t head
hit you while you down, shooter making sure you stay dead
can’t swim but i cannonballed in yo b-tch guts
in a gym, was putting shots up until i swished one
playing with my motherf-cking cheese’ll get you swissed up
i got love for my gang members, they ain’t switched up
2018, i was [?] tripping
[?] ray charles, boy, you don’t see chicken
loubs with the glitter, boy, both feet glisten
i’ma die rich and that’s on me, n-gga
my dawgs got dracs and glocks, they some k-9s
d-ck sucked out, y’all n-ggas giving g-y vibes
put the d on my cali b-tch like i’m draymond
road tripping with this new bin, crossing state lines
spin a h-llcat, f-ck around and leave the street hot
spot and i got her, lil’ b-tch gon’ let me beat box
all this d-mn za in the air, i need to detox
bro don’t got no drip, he’ll stomp you in some reeboks
setting plays up three deep, f-ck a big huddle
bougie lil’ b-tch, she’ll never touch a mcdouble
looking down, all i see is yo b-tch and spit bubbles
real sack chaser, i’ll f-ck around and blitz on you
b-tch, you gotta know i’m ’bout a bag like i’m db
you don’t get no pass on my block, we some dbs
i don’t work, i get scam money, i like free cheese
sb, dsm, b-tch, we only three deep
i’m a sh-ttyboy, she gon’ f-ck off the punchlines
fighting on ice skates, all i know is punch slides
we got hit sticks tucked, you could never rush mine
i can’t spend less than a blue when it’s lunchtime
thinking ’bout a bag, lil’ b-tch, not about you
virgil on the tee but dior did my house shoes
told my shooter, “chill, they gon’ f-ck around and scout you”
twenty-five [?] i’m chasing cheese, how a mouse do
only thing a b-tch could get from me is the f-ck on
tryna get up with us? that’ll get you dunked on
all hustle, at this point, i really think my luck gone
think i’m beating fat hoes up, how i touch rolls
[outro]
sunday, i’ma touch pape, huh, monday, i’ma touch pape, huh
tuesday, i’ma touch pape, yeah, wednesday, i’ma touch pape, huh
thursday, i’ma touch pape, b-tch, friday, i’ma touch pape, yeah
sat-rday, i’ma touch pape, yeah, b-tch, i can’t get enough today
sh-t

- stanwill

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