|
|
Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Song: | Everything Everyday Everywhere ft. Keri Hilson Ryan Leslie |
Album: | iLOvERnB | Genres: | |
Year: | 2014 |
Length: | 253 sec |
Lyrics:
One, two, R-Les, Loso, we do it like— (Hey) Yeah, let's go R-Les Just rock with me now (Yeah) Uh (Yeah) Oh (It's NextSelection), oh (Haha)
Same shit different day Just ridin' through the city lookin' pretty as the usual (It's what I do) It's the same old thang Got the name on the chain just to let 'em know who's who (Case you ain't know 'So) And they know I've over here So they come and find me right after they lose you (What took y'all so long?) For you niggas in the way We can let the guns say, ''Scuse you' (C'mon, you lames) At the end of the day We just tryna find our way and I might be a come up (Nice) And baby you can hitch a ride But you gotta know how to do more than keep a thumb up (You ride stick, girl?) It's so incredible That it ain't edible but they know the cake's real (I'm the Pillsbury Dough-man) Yo, I couldn't even say Ask these other silicon niggas how being fake feel
Yay, every day is my day I'ma do it my way every day Yeah, everything about me What they love about me? Everything Yeah, everywhere that I be Feel VIP, baby Yeah, baby, and everybody's cool But y'all (Y'all) just (Just) ain't (Ain't) me
Somebody better tell 'em That we in this bitch like an unborn baby (Hey) See we be everywhere And they ain't never there, couldn't tell you where they be (Where you at, baby?) And you already know You ain't gotta ask me you can see that everything is up (Sup, son?) And I'm so about my money You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, you ain't even gotta bring it up (Huh?) And I hope you don't think we Give a sugar-honey iced tea or a middle finger up (Hahaha) I just stay sucker-free Leave the lames where they be and I let my chips Pringle up (That means stack) Everybody calm down There's enough to go around, you just gotta say how much you want (Talk to me) Don't know what you're lookin' for 'Less it's a problem, I promise this ain't what you want
Yay, every day is my day I'ma do it my way every day Yeah, everything about me What they love about me? Everything Yeah, everywhere that I be Feel VIP, baby Yeah, baby, and everybody's cool But y'all (Y'all) just (Just) ain't (Ain't) me
(Sing) Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh) Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh, oh (All my ladies sing) Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, can you do me this favor? Answer this question (Huh?), y'all gon' try who? (Please) See the shoes by Gucci Bag by Louie, the hatin'll be by you (Hater) And I appreciate the love Thank the man above 'cause a nigga feel so blessed (Thank God) Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop Better get 'em Red Bulls, I don't give these haters no rest (Yeah)
Yay, every day is my day I'ma do it my way every day Yeah, everything about me What they love about me? Everything Yeah, everywhere that I be Feel VIP, baby Yeah, baby, and everybody's cool But y'all (Y'all) just (Just) ain't (Ain't) me
(Sing) Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh) Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh, oh (All my ladies sing) Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Every, every, every, every every Every every, every, every, every Every, every, every, every every Every every, every, every, every Every, every, every, every every Every every, every, every, every Every, every, every, every every Every every, every, every, every
|
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.
2025 Zortam.com
|