Everyday lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, every single day up out the week I'ma touch pape
Yeah, I'ma touch pape
Every, huh, yeah

[Verse]
Every single day up out the week I'ma touch pape
All my new b*tch designer real but her butt fake
At the set tripping, Fogo de for my lunch break
I don't beef with [?] with yo baby, I'ma f*ck face
Just last week, blew four hundred all on steak bites
Shrimp fry his ass, all that talking like a great white
Ain't sh*t wet, bro'll show you what his J like
Told dukes that her son shining like the daylight
Hundred 201s, I'ma slide like a [?]
Strutting out of Somersеt wetter than a great lakе
I'ma get the face from yo b*tch while she face eighths
Gang dangerous than a b*tch, they don't stay safe
Think he Superman? Get him blew and leave his cape red
Got a [?] all a n*gga know is chase bread
I don't want sh*t from a b*tch if it ain't head
Hit you while you down, shooter making sure you stay dead
Can't swim but I cannonballed in yo b*tch guts
In a gym, was putting shots up until I swished one
Playing with my motherf*cking cheese'll get you swissed up
I got love for my gang members, they ain't switched up
2018, I was [?] tripping
Vegan Ray Charles, boy, you don't see chicken
Loubs with the glitter, boy, both feet glisten
I'ma die rich and that's on me, n*gga
My dawgs got Dracs and Glocks, they some K-9s
di*k sucked out, y'all n*ggas giving gay vibes
Put the D on my Cali b*tch like I'm Draymond
Road tripping with this new BIN, crossing state lines
Spin a Hellcat, f*ck around and leave the street hot
Spot and I got her, lil' b*tch gon' let me beat box
All this damn za in the air, I need to detox
Bro don't got no drip, he'll stomp you in some Reeboks
Setting plays up three deep, f*ck a big huddle
Bougie lil' b*tch, she'll never touch a McDouble
Looking down, all I see is yo b*tch and spit bubbles
Real sack chaser, I'll f*ck around and blitz on you
b*tch, you gotta know I'm 'bout a bag like I'm DB
You don't get no pass on my block, we some DBs
I don't work, I get scam money, I like free cheese
SBDSM, b*tch, we only three deep
I'm a sh*ttyBoy, she gon' f*ck off the punchlines
Fighting on ice skates, all I know is punch slides
We got hit sticks tucked, you could never rush mine
I can't spend less than a blue when it's lunchtime
Thinking 'bout a bag, lil' b*tch, not about you
Virgil on the tee but Dior did my house shoes
Told my shooter, "Chill, they gon' f*ck around and scout you"
Twenty-five [?] I'm chasing cheese, how a mouse do
Only thing a b*tch could get from me is the f*ck on
Tryna get up with us? That'll get you dunked on
All hustle, at this point, I really think my luck gone
Think I'm beating fat hoes up, how I touch rolls
[Outro]
Sunday, I'ma touch pape, huh, Monday, I'ma touch pape, huh
Tuesday, I'ma touch pape, yeah, Wednesday, I'ma touch pape, huh
Thursday, I'ma touch pape, b*tch, Friday, I'ma touch pape, yeah
Saturday, I'ma touch pape, yeah, b*tch, I can't get enough today
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