Erryday Stuntin' lyrics

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[INTRO]
Yeah
HUH

[VERSE 1: Chaz French]
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 sh*t, with yo b*tch
Eatin' yo food, using yo condoms
See that's how it is when sh*t 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 sh*t
They say good things come to the waiter
While I'm 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 great sex from a racist
She only f*ck with my kind, that's trill n*gga
Wish everything was this real n*gga
I'm Uncle Phill, and I'm Fresh Prince
And I'm making waves with these Wills n*gga
We will get it
They say the good die young, but we still livin'
I know time tickin', but we badasses
Couple bad b*tches, 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 n*ggas they ain't bout the thug life
They ain't bout that Suge Knight
(that's that sh*t we don't like)
Cheif Keef em' till they can't hang
And keep chiefin' 'til we can't breathe
Bandanna tied, Santana style
Two's on deck, but just hammer time (hold up)

[PRE-HOOK: Chaz French]
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'
f*ck the po-po's, man that sh*t ain't bout nothin'
Middle finger out, won't catch me runnin'
I've been gettin' money, err-erryday stutin'
Erryday stutin', erryday stutin'

[HOOK] 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

[VERSE 2: Eddie Vanz]
Now I just seen too much sh*t, and felt too much pain
So i ease it with a mother f*cking pound (pound)
Talkin' bout that loud sh*t, I bought it with a crown
b*tch you better pour it up, sip another f*cking round
Young narcotic, psychotic mother f*cker with an attitude
Throwin' that bullsh*t around
Cause I'm feelin' like left eye, straight up out of Bed Stuy
Really no biggie to bring this mother f*cker down (down)
So im blastin, blastlin', bout to start a comical 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 n*ggas 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 it's back to that doja
Back to that history they didn't wanna show us
Kunta Kinte, that Marcus Garvey, going back to my roots before it's over
Yeah I know I'm young and I'm only gettin' older
n*ggas 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 it's only gettin' colder
Get the f*ck up out my face Uncle Sam, god damn
You ain't runnin' sh*t, I'm the mother f*cking man
Don't point no fingers, it's your own damn fault
That the world screwed up, cross my mother f*cking heart
Wanna point a f*cking 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

[PRE-HOOK: Chaz French]
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'
f*ck the po-po's, man that sh*t ain't bout nothin'
Middle finger out, won't catch me runnin'
I've been gettin' money, err-erryday stutin'
Erryday stutin', erryday stutin'

[VERSE 3: Chaz French & eddie Vanz]
(Maaaan)
Swear we gone get it, this life that we livin'
It's part of the reason my n*ggas so gifted, my n*ggas 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 f*ck and forget em like
Like why would i miss em', like, like you gotta be kidding me
f*ck these hoes with a Magic Johnson
(and f*ck the 5-0, them bast*rds harmless)
I said f*ck these hoes with a Magic Johnson
(and f*ck the 5-0, them bast*rds harmless)
It's the mother f*cking swag monster, huh
(said it's the mother f*cking swag monster, huh)
Said it's the mother f*cking swag monster, huh
(said it's the mother f*cking.. f*ck it)

[HOOK] 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

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