The Yung God - Everyday текст песни

Текст песни Everyday - The Yung God



Money, money, money gettin' money muthafucka
Hope they all crash and burn, they some dummy muthafuckas
Man, I'm getting paid, everyday
Find me out, in LA
Keep yellows like lemonade
Still shine when they throwing shade
Never slipping
Man I'm never ever slipping
Why they tripping?
Know I got a better vision, yeah, I'm bout to get it
And I'm bout it, bout it (yeah!) like aw man
Poker chips all in, like aw damn
Nobody fucking with The God, really still
No one was ever fucking with the squad, that's really real
Yeah, and I've never been better
Never crack, stronger than a fucking diamond under pressure
I'm The God, boy (god!)
You just a fraud boy (fraud!)
Ski masked up bout to hit a job, boy (bang!)
I don't care about the competition (never ever)
I got so much shit to bomb they writtens
Fuck em all they all fiction
Getting money, getting paid (getting money!)
Lotta talking, never hearing what they say (they some dummies!)
Got a problem, dawg you know where I stay
Nothing ever change
Getting money everyday (every muthafucking day!)
Getting money, getting paid (getting money!)
Lotta talking, never hearing what they say (they some dummies!)
Got a problem, dawg you know where I stay
Nothing ever change
Getting money everyday
Counting money you dummies
Your bitch in front me, she suck me
I think it's funny she love me
Even if it's cloudy it's sunny
Drinking till my vision fuzzy
Chilling with a Colombian honey
A snow bunny, comfy, it's my game, I ain't lucky (I ain't tripping)
They ain't used to when I rap like that
Guess it's the old me, yeah I'm back like that
Never let up, don't give em no flack like that
Friends cut off, had to turn my back like that
It's a new day, I'm onto new things
Everybody looking at me like "you changed" (you changed)
Fuccboy do you hear what you're saying?
Still the god of black like my name Bruce Wayne
Everything I say is real dawg, no sci-fi
Take three of these and I bet you sky high (gone!)
Bitch I'm coming up like a fucking high-tide (tide)
And I'm well connected, no WiFi (bitch you know it!)
Getting money, getting paid (getting money!)
Lotta talking, never hearing what they say (they some dummies!)
Got a problem, dawg you know where I stay
Nothing ever change
Getting money everyday (every muthafucking day!)
Getting money, getting paid (getting money!)
Lotta talking, never hearing what they say (they some dummies!)
Got a problem, dawg you know where I stay
Nothing ever change
Getting money everyday
Wassup!
(Getting money, getting paid
Lotta talking never hearing what they say)
Only doing me, muthafuck the rest
Fuck the media and press, I just want the checks
Don't flex, just stunt boy
Need the money in my hand, I don't front, boy
Like my character, I ain't ever acting
New friends never add up and old ones subtracting
No movie role but these hoes get that action
Got heat like Miami but no guns I'm packing
What's cracking?
That's what I told her
Then went through her phone, when she rolled over
Next day sent a text like, "it's really over"
She was too young, I was way older
Wasn't even thinking, mind blank
A month later finally got my mind straight
Real shit, I'd hit again but ain't worth trying
Thanks to me, she's come a long way from her first time
I ain't even stressing
Yeah, I learned my lesson
Thank you for the effort baby girl, you was a blessing
Yeah, I hope you go out there and get it
I could never ever hate you cause my mama taught me different
Real shit



Авторы: Michael Lisciandra


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14-09-2015



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