Dave East, Gunna - Everyday lyrics

Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]

[Dave East, Gunna - Everyday lyrics]

I got this shit 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 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
Gotta  hustle, go get off your back (Get out)
He broke, go get him a pack
I just blew ten up in Saks (Dimes)
Fuck cops, they kill if you black (Fuck 'em)
You  might get a deal if you nice (You might)
Gelato I'm smokin' to give
You the feelin' you
Feel when you still on a flight
Light up a blunt, go wheelie that bike
(Go wheelie that bike, This is our life)

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Takin' risks to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch
Then you just might get saved
Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid
Fuck the coppers
You can't stop us like a train
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start all my vehicles sport
You'd think I race
Bright stars shine on me in
The dark inside my Wraith

I caught a plain Patek Philippe
And a plain Richard Mille (yeah)
Can't explain this shit I see
Switchin' lanes in a new V
I done slang on every corner
I done made it out the streets
Lotta lames in this industry
Sucker free, me and Dave East (yeah)
My neck look like water
200 sittin' on a plain tee (yeah)
Rich my persona
I fucked your bitch a new Wrangler Jeep
Keep that stick on me, 'cause if they play
We gon' play for keeps
Back to back Royces, me and Meek
We the champs that they envy (Champs)

I'm a cold P-IM-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 Ginobili
Shots burn your chest like whiskey

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Takin' risks to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch
Then you just might get saved
Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid
Fuck the coppers
You can't stop us like a train
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start all my vehicles sport
You'd think I race
Bright stars shine on me in
The dark inside my Wraith

Popular nigga, I'm not tryna start
This is not the beginning
These niggas 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
Fuck it, as long as they pay me with interest
Buckets now, I jump out Ranges that's tinted
Smile at them niggas
They hate when you grinnin'
I got a Patek that I put on everyday
I just watched you eat that bitch
How you not gay? I'm at the gun range just
To practice on my aim
Bitch this Crip, watch how I get rich
Gunna know my game

Just might got trust issues
I'm goin' bonkers, you fuck 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
Takin' risks to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch
Then you just might get saved
Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid
Fuck the coppers
You can't stop us like a train
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start all my vehicles sport
You'd think I race
Bright stars shine on me in
The dark inside my Wraith

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