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Lyrics of Erryday Stuntin' (feat. Eddie Vanz) by Chaz French,Eddie Vanz
INTRO]
Yeah
HUH
They tryna′ tell me I'm to good
Well right now good ain′t good enough
Right now good ain't payin' bills
Right now good ain′t providing meals
So I′m in yo shit, with yo bitch
Eatin' yo food, using yo condoms
See that′s how it is when shit ain't promised
When ya′ pops ain't a father, and you dropped out of college
Man you should be honored by my lateness
That i would even show up to this fake shit
They say good things come to the waiter
While im busy giving tips to the waitress
I′m on BBT with this greatness
I said im Easy-E with a latex
My mason's with no laces, receiving grey sacks from a racist
She only fuck with my kind, that's trill nigga
Wish everything was this real nigga
Im Uncle Phill, and im Fresh Prince
And im making ways with these wheels nigga
We will get it
They say the good die young, but we still livin′
I know time tickin′, but we badasses
Couple bad bitches, we big pimpin', they Stuart Little (Hold up)
Coming up short on your cheese huh
But i thought you be′s in the trap right (oh.)
Tell them niggas they ain't bout the thug life
They ain′t bout that Suge Knight
(That's that shit we don′t like)
Cheif Keef em' till they can't hang
And Keef Chief until we can′t breathe
Bandanna tied, Santana style
Two′s on deck, but just hammer time (hold up)
I've been gettin′ money, err-erryday stutin'
I′ve been gettin' money, err-erryday stutin′
I've been gettin' money, err-erryday stutin′
Erryday stutin′, erryday stutin'
Fuck the po-po′s, man that shit ain't bout nothin′
Middle finger out, won't catch me runnin′
I've been gettin' money, err-erryday stutin′
Erryday stutin′, erryday stutin'
X2
Break it, roll it, light it, smoke it
Break it, roll it, light it, smoke it
Break it, roll it, light it, smoke it
Smoke it, smoke it, l-l-light it, smoke it
Now i just seen too much shit, and felt too much pain
So i ease it with a mother fucking pound (pound)
Talkin′ bout that loud shit, i bought it with a crown
Bitch you better pour it up, sip another fucking round
Young narcotic, psychotic mother fucker with an attitude
Throwin' that bullshit around
Cause im feelin′ like left eye, straight up out of Bed Stuy
Really no biggie to bring this mother fucker down (down)
So im blastin, blastlin', bout to start a [?] for anybody actin′
Don't believe me, take a picture, here's a caption
KKK for you Anglo-saxon′s
Better get prepared, because you′re paying for your actions
Run up in your house, while all your niggas relaxin'
Blow your head off, let your brain give you a lap dance
Now that′s twerk till it hurt, with a passion
Now it's back to that drink, and its back to that doucha
Back to that history they didn′t wanna show us
Kunta Kinte, that Marcus Garvey, going back to my roots before its over
Yeah i know im young and i'm only gettin′ older
Niggas sleepin' on me, I'ma spit a cup of Folgers
Time to wake em up, let em know i ain′t the culprit
But it′s a cold world, and its only gettin' colder
Get the fuck up out my face Uncle Sam, god damn
You ain′t runnin' shit, I′m the mother fucking man
Don't point no fingers, it′s your own damn fault
That the world screwed up, cross my mother fucking heart
Wanna point a fucking finger, middle finger to the law
He don't wanna own up, right down to the job
Really wanna see crazy, put the bath with the salt
Put my ass on the beat, outlined with the chalk
Because it's over
I′ve been gettin′ money, err-erryday stutin'
I′ve been gettin' money, err-erryday stutin′
I've been gettin′ money, err-erryday stutin'
Erryday stutin', erryday stutin′
Fuck the po-po′s, man that shit ain't bout nothin′
Middle finger out, won't catch me runnin′
I've been gettin′ money, err-erryday stutin'
Erryday stutin', erryday stutin′
(Maaaan)
Swear we gone get it, this life that we livin′
It's part of the reason my niggas so gifted, my niggas so driven
We dropped out of school, but neglected the prisons
It′s so much to prove, as a fool with a vision
But nothing to loose, at this point im just pimpin'
No loving, no cuffing, just fuck and forget em like
Like why would i miss em′, like, like you gotta be kidding me
Fuck these hoes with a Magic Johnson
(And fuck the 5-0, them bastards harmless)
I said fuck these hoes with a Magic Johnson
(And fuck the 5-0, them bastards harmless)
It's the mother fucking swag monster, huh
(Said it′s the mother fucking swag monster, huh)
Said it's the mother fucking swag monster, huh
(Said it's the mother fucking. fuck it)
X2
Break it, roll it, light it, smoke it
Break it, roll it, light it, smoke it
Break it, roll it, light it, smoke it
Smoke it, smoke it, l-l-light it, smoke it
Writer(s): Chaz Dangelo French, Eddie Vanz, Benjamin Andrew Hovey
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Happy Belated (Deluxe Edition)
Album • 2015 • 14 tracks
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Erryday Stuntin' (feat. Eddie Vanz)
Chaz French, Eddie Vanz
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