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everyday - cassius jay lyrics

[intro: hoodrich pablo juan]
yeah, yeah
hoodrich pablo, man
money, plugs, and guns
that boy c-ssius
let me see it, ooh

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
every day i wake up, i get dead fresh
every day i wake up and go get a check
i’m hoodrich, b-tch, i got chains on my neck
sixty ball for the audemars piguet
ooh, hundred racks on me just to flex on my ex
i’m rolling like dice, i shoot you on the bet
it feel like she jumped in the pool, she too wet
hit from the back, b-tch, give me that neck
i got ’em mad, they upset
i look like, i walk like, i talk like a check
i want a freak, i like to have s-x
young n-gg- ball like it’s rec, ooh
i don’t play games, i’m the ref
designer shoes, they match with the belt
so many jewels, they losing they breath
tesla on cruise, it drive and accel’

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
don’t need no help, i got it by myself
i do what i want, ain’t gotta watch my step
official like ref
using the lab when i cook it like meth
walk in gucci, buy a shelf
mix it with louis, shawty fresh to death
and she so bad, i want her to myself
every day i wake up, i’m smoking that cali
i bring them bands out like a pep rally
i got them bands
i got them stripes like i’m wearing bally
driving like nascar, i hope i don’t crash
nut in her face, it got stuck in her lashes
dior matching with the cartier gl-sses
fresh to death like i just jumped out the casket
in the metal detector with fn, they plastic
and the -ss fat, i don’t care if it’s plastic
she got good brain, college cl-sses
my b-tch bad, i’m in my bag
go get some money, why you so mad?
i’m throwing rocks out the house full of gl-ss
he used to get money, stuck in the past
he don’t want no smoke, i turn him to ash
wearing rose gold, this ain’t no br-ss
run through the pack, flash
racks in my pocket, battle of the bands

[verse 2: guap tarantino]
i got your boo, she all in my whip
i got my crew, they all in the vip
i’m getting paid, i’m stacking up chips
i caught the wave, i don’t need a ship
i got the gas, we smoke out the zips
i didn’t smash, i just caught the lips
i keep the gas case all on my hip
got me some racks and ran up an m
traphouse jumpin’ out the gym
got four hoes ready, boy, i feel like a pimp, yeah
these real diamonds, not gems
and i know they heavy but it cost me a grip, yeah
n-gg- pillow talking, boy, you know that sh-t
real petty, we don’t care about them, yeah
four sticks ridin’ in the back of a motherf-ckin’ chevy
we’ll get them k!lled
get a n-gg- peeled, yeah
i got them racks and went f-cked up phipps
you goin’ out bad, boy, i heard you a wimp
i heard that you mad ’bout that b-tch, you a shrimp
if she not f-ckin’ then that b-tch exempt
my rollie a bustdown and flood out the trim
these racks in my pocket, i’m walking with limp
i keep me that rocket for aim at your limb, yeah

- cassius jay lyrics

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