StanWill - Everyday lyrics

Yeah, every single day up out
The week I'ma touch pape
Yeah, I'ma touch pape every, huh, yeah

Every single day up out the
Week I'ma touch pape
All my new bitch designer real
But her butt fake at the set tripping
Fogo de for my lunch break
I don't beef with with yo baby
I'ma fuck face just last week
Blew four hundred all on steak bites
Shrimp fry his ass
All that talking like a great white
Ain't shit 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 Somersеt wetter
Than a great lakе i'ma get the face from yo
Bitch while she face eighths
Gang dangerous than a bitch
They don't stay safe
Think he Superman? Get him blew
And leave his cape red
Got a all a nigga know is chase bread
I don't want shit from a
Bitch if it ain't head
Hit you while you down
Shooter making sure you stay dead
Can't swim but I cannonballed
In yo bitch guts in a gym
Was putting shots up until I swished one
Playing with my motherfucking cheese'll
Get you swissed up
I got love for my gang members
They ain't switched up 2018, I was tripping
Vegan 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, nigga
My dawgs got Dracs and Glocks, they some K-9s
Dick sucked out
Y'all niggas giving gay vibes
Put the D on my Cali bitch like I'm Draymond
Road tripping with this new BIN
Crossing state lines spin a Hellcat
Fuck around and leave the street hot
Spot and I got her
Lil' bitch gon' let me beat box
All this damn 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
Fuck a big huddle bougie lil' bitch
She'll never touch a McDouble looking down
All I see is yo bitch and spit bubbles
Real sack chaser
I'll fuck around and blitz on you
Bitch, 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
SBDSM, bitch, we only three deep
I'm a ShittyBoy
She gon' fuck 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' bitch
Not about you
Virgil on the tee but Dior did my house shoes
Told my shooter, "Chill
They gon' fuck around and scout you"
Twenty-five I'm chasing cheese
How a mouse do
Only thing a bitch could get from
Me is the fuck 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

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, bitch
Friday, I'ma touch pape, yeah
Saturday, I'ma touch pape, yeah, bitch
I can't get enough today shit