Every Dog Has His Day lyrics

[Intro: Al Pacino & Wetto, Killa B & Blanco Leopardo]
You die, motherf*cker
(Players never die)
f*ck that (You did good, $lick), I don't need that sh*t in my life
(It's a smash)
f*ck that, I don't need that sh*t in my life
f*ck that, I don't need that sh*t in my life
You die, motherf*cker
b*tches on my di*k 'cause they know this sh*t is thick
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas—
f*ck that, I don't need that sh*t in my life
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas gettin' buck, gettin'—
f*ck that, I don't need that sh*t in my life
This is for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas gettin' so rough—
f*ck that, I don't need that sh*t in my life
b*tches, b*tches on my di*k—
b*tches on my di*k 'cause they know this sh*t is thick
You die, motherf*cker
(Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
b*tch, I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon, smash her like I'm Ganondorf
All my homies stuntin', we all ballin' likе we manage sports
F-F-f*ckboy on my di*k, wants a pic, go 'head and tag thе dork
Miss me with that bullsh*t, yeah, I shoulda been a matador
Slap a whore, choke a b*tch, man, I think I broke her hip
F-F-f*ck her 'til she soaked in p*ss, I plan to make a note of it
Blanco always faded like a motherf*ckin' poke n' stick
Ready to snatch a soul, seal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
I'm smoking bliss, turn a f*ckboy into mist
Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks
Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the gist
Tighten up my f*ckin fist, Blanco never f*ckin' miss
Spit out the drip, don't want crystals in my stomach
All these crystals on my b*tch, align her chakras while we f*ckin'
Rearranging all her plumbing
All these suckas think they stuntin' but they really just lame
Spittin' out flames, b*tch, I bang Grey
*59 'til the day I die, my tear ducts all dried
I-I-I fear I don't know why I feel so normal when I'm high
All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie
Always bring the storm, yeah, Blanco blackin' out the sky
[Interlude: Al Pacino & Wetto]
f*ck that, I don't need that sh*t in my life
You die, motherf*cker (Wetto)

[Verse 2: Wetto]
G-G-G-G-Give it how these haters want it, break a b*tch up on it
Yu-Yu-Yung Slick walking coma, as I smoke the marijuana
It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a b*tch wait
Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate
I-I-I been wrist whippin', flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin'
Glock grippin', p-p-pop a clip in have your mind spinning
Spine bending, bloody linens in your mom kitchen
Crime ridden, hood I'm from ain't got no prime lending
Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile
Tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me f*ck her brain tissue
I-I-I'm poppin' 30s, seein' blurry, still, I can't miss you
Pop the stick and blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you
Same issues, playin' Russian Roulette with revolvers
I-I go gung-ho with that drumroll like I'm Travis Barker
Last offer hear the Devil talkin' to me often
f*ck a coffin, when I die, just burn me in a foreign
W-W-W-Wetto, Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter
You a larp with no heart, just tuck your di*k under
You a fed, you a cop, you a real Uncer
Scarface, Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble
[Outro: Al Pacino & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
f*ck that, I don't need that sh*t in my life
Time for me to act, like a psychopathic lunatic
f*ck that, I don't need that sh*t in my life
Time for me to act, like a psychopathic lunatic
f*ck that, I don't need that sh*t in my life
Time for me to act, like a psychopathic lunatic
You die, motherf*cker
Time for me to act, like a psychopathic lunatic
f*ck that