paroles de chanson It's Everyday Bro (Remix) - Jake Paul , Gucci Mane

Jake Paul
Aye, Gucci? (yah!)
Wanna show 'em how we do it?
Ight, ayo, Sleep, you ready?
Remix! Guwop!

It's everyday bro, fuck that Disney Channel flow
Every day I film my life, double the views of any show
Nickelodeon hit me up and I said "hell no!"
And FedEx hit me up, they 'bout to ship my Lambo (skrrt, skrrt!)
And I'm twenty years old, and the haters always fold
And the ice on me, cold, and in nineteen-ninety-seven
A new legend was born, now Jakey shooting haters down
Call me Jason Bourne, got big Gucci on the flow
(Brr, brr, brr!) This shit cold like the snow!
Mansion shopping on the low, they said Jake Paul is over
Sold twelve thousand at the show, it's a Gucci mink coat (ooh)
It's a yacht for the boat private jets to Ohio
So the kids that talk shit can see my life a TV show
And it's everyday bro, and y'all know the house cost seven, man
And you know I just ain't rentin'
And I be in the Aussie, eating shrimp on the barbie
All my exes look like Barbie and I pull up in the 'Rari like
Bling, blow! Oopsie, I just told them the truth (my bad!)
And I just dropped some new merch
And it's still really selling like a fucking God Church!

It's everyday, bro
It's everyday, bro
It's everyday, bro (it's Gucci!)
I said, it's everyday, bro!

Every day I wake up and get it, that's just me
If I don't grind, then I don't eat 'cause that shit coming free
I'm all the way in NYC, it's all about the cheese
You getting money? So are we, man, I rep ten-se'nteen (bih!)
I might pull up in the Lamborghini, paint it green (Guwop!)
Guwop back on the scene, you ain't heard, man, I'm the king (work)
You can call me Wizop or you can call me Gucci (it's Gucci)
Every day, I hate, I hate, he mad because he losing
I rap like I'm producing (uh), but don't know how to do it (no!)
They rappin' bout their Pirus but don't know how to use it (skrrt!)
In nineteen-ninety-seven, I would pull up in a Buick (huh?)
Now, every day, I'm changing cars, it's kinda gettin' confusing (damn)
Every day, my lady make me stand up like I pushed it (woah)
And every day, the paparazzi put me in the news clip (uh)
And every day, I try not hit nobody with the full clip
From East Atlanta, not the Chi but I'm back on my bullshit (it's Gucci)

It's everyday, bro (hey)
It's everyday, bro
It's everyday, bro (wow)
I said, it's everyday, bro!

Forty five bands on the Aston Martin bed
Sleep when I'm dead, Billboard twenty under twenty, so they said
I ain't no musician, I get bread, I'm just sayin'
Bought a Lamb that I slam on the gas to Calabas'
Tryna pass the Kardashians, puttin' diamonds on my doggy too
Team 10, had to let me know
I get more for my clothes than these rappers get for shows
I just hit one hundred up the Malibu coast
And blew a hundred thousand on her
Now your girl a Jake Pauler, bam

It's everyday, bro
It's everyday, bro
It's everyday, bro
I said, it's everyday, bro!

Jake Paulers!
Album, album coming December first
Album, December first
Album, December first
December first, album, haha
Oh shit, your boy does music? Alright