Young Dolph - Everyday 420 lyrics
[Young Dolph - Everyday 420 lyrics]
(Drumma Boy) yup, yup, yup (16 Zips)
Yup, yup uh huh
Damn
When I open up my car door
All you see is smoke (Woo)
In 'bout a half an hour
Smoked about a half an O (Hey, hey hey)
I got your main bitch on my payroll
She pick up that bomb when I say so (Ayy)
I went got the bitch a new Bimmer
Told her make sure her mouth stay closed
Kingpin, Memphis, Tenn, if I had to
I'd do it again (Hell yeah)
First class to Cali, one-way
Send three bombs in one day (Yoom)
All my niggas 'bout gunplay (Yup)
Thirty stacks was my prom date (Racks)
My trap boomin' every day of the week
But I'm takin' off every Sunday (Dope boy)
Dolph at the club tonight
All the bad bitches gon' come out
(For real? Yup) i pull up on your bitch
Smoke a blunt with her, watch her show out
These bitches ain't shit, this
Money, I blow it
This shit don't mean nothing to me
(Hey, hey) compare me to trappers
Don't compare me to these
Rappers, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
It's Dolph
Smokin' strong and sippin'
(Pour up) , every day 4 20
At the spizzot runnin' through
These hundreds, fifties, and twenties
(Ayy) ridin' with a semi
(yeah) , drop a deuce in a twenty (Mud)
Every day we winning (Yup) , every day 4
20 (Yup) every day 4
20 (Woah) , every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we gettin' it (Woah) , every day 4
20, ayy (Woah) every day, we sippin'
(Woah) , every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we sippin'
(Ayy) , yeah (Paper Route Empire, stupid)
I stay fresh as fuck
(yeah) , I'm on 'bout three drugs (For real)
Painkillers, cough syrup, and some killer bud
(Shit, man) i drop an eight in a two-liter
That's how I mix it up (Pour up)
You lovin' them bitches and
Cuffin' them bitches
Them bitches ain't nothing to us (Nah)
Checks, I'm fuckin' 'em up
(Yup) , bitches, I'm doublin' up (Two of 'em)
Woke up and forgot where I was (Damn)
Been goin' too hard on these drugs (Hey)
Dsquared² or Balenciagas
My bitch usually rockin' red bottoms
I'm pourin' up out the pint
I don't really need a baby bottle
Money don't mean shit to me
If you a fuck nigga, you a fuck nigga
(Ayy)
Why would I fuck with new niggas and got
Old niggas? I don't fuck with 'em (Fuck 'em)
I ain't got shit for a bitch but a hard time
(That's all I got for you)
But if she ready to put in some work
Then she all mine (Holler at your boy)
Smokin' strong and sippin'
(Pour up) , every day 4 20
At the spizzot runnin' through
These hundreds, fifties, and twenties
(Ayy) ridin' with a semi
(yeah) , drop a deuce in a twenty (Mud)
Every day we winning (Yup) , every day 4
20 (Yup) every day 4
20 (Woah) , every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we gettin' it (Woah) , every day 4
20, ayy (Woah) every day, we sippin'
(Woah) , every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we sippin' (Ayy) , yeah
Yup, yup uh huh
Damn
When I open up my car door
All you see is smoke (Woo)
In 'bout a half an hour
Smoked about a half an O (Hey, hey hey)
I got your main bitch on my payroll
She pick up that bomb when I say so (Ayy)
I went got the bitch a new Bimmer
Told her make sure her mouth stay closed
Kingpin, Memphis, Tenn, if I had to
I'd do it again (Hell yeah)
First class to Cali, one-way
Send three bombs in one day (Yoom)
All my niggas 'bout gunplay (Yup)
Thirty stacks was my prom date (Racks)
My trap boomin' every day of the week
But I'm takin' off every Sunday (Dope boy)
Dolph at the club tonight
All the bad bitches gon' come out
(For real? Yup) i pull up on your bitch
Smoke a blunt with her, watch her show out
These bitches ain't shit, this
Money, I blow it
This shit don't mean nothing to me
(Hey, hey) compare me to trappers
Don't compare me to these
Rappers, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
It's Dolph
Smokin' strong and sippin'
(Pour up) , every day 4 20
At the spizzot runnin' through
These hundreds, fifties, and twenties
(Ayy) ridin' with a semi
(yeah) , drop a deuce in a twenty (Mud)
Every day we winning (Yup) , every day 4
20 (Yup) every day 4
20 (Woah) , every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we gettin' it (Woah) , every day 4
20, ayy (Woah) every day, we sippin'
(Woah) , every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we sippin'
(Ayy) , yeah (Paper Route Empire, stupid)
I stay fresh as fuck
(yeah) , I'm on 'bout three drugs (For real)
Painkillers, cough syrup, and some killer bud
(Shit, man) i drop an eight in a two-liter
That's how I mix it up (Pour up)
You lovin' them bitches and
Cuffin' them bitches
Them bitches ain't nothing to us (Nah)
Checks, I'm fuckin' 'em up
(Yup) , bitches, I'm doublin' up (Two of 'em)
Woke up and forgot where I was (Damn)
Been goin' too hard on these drugs (Hey)
Dsquared² or Balenciagas
My bitch usually rockin' red bottoms
I'm pourin' up out the pint
I don't really need a baby bottle
Money don't mean shit to me
If you a fuck nigga, you a fuck nigga
(Ayy)
Why would I fuck with new niggas and got
Old niggas? I don't fuck with 'em (Fuck 'em)
I ain't got shit for a bitch but a hard time
(That's all I got for you)
But if she ready to put in some work
Then she all mine (Holler at your boy)
Smokin' strong and sippin'
(Pour up) , every day 4 20
At the spizzot runnin' through
These hundreds, fifties, and twenties
(Ayy) ridin' with a semi
(yeah) , drop a deuce in a twenty (Mud)
Every day we winning (Yup) , every day 4
20 (Yup) every day 4
20 (Woah) , every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we gettin' it (Woah) , every day 4
20, ayy (Woah) every day, we sippin'
(Woah) , every day, we sippin' (Woah)
Every day, we sippin' (Ayy) , yeah