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    Memphis Bleek / Lyrics

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    "Everyday" Lyrics

    Memphis Bleek feat. Carl Thomas

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    [Memphis Bleek (Carl Thomas)]
    Yeah (oh), yo (oh)
    Ay yo, you niggas know the Memph stay high and shit
    Eleven hundred on Sunset burn the strip
    Tryna choose which freak can drive the whip
    You know the five double oh
    You know how it go
    You know all the hoes be bad to the toes
    Pose centerfolds, smoke in the gold
    You know how I be, drop Z3
    Meet one freak, Bleek two heats
    Nigga that's the rules, get at you dudes
    Niggas see my feet be like look at them shoes
    Straights dubs, hoes wanna fuck
    Before they get a nut, first head in the truck
    Shit we do 60, cranberry Bentley
    This what'chu want, ho come and get me
    You know the move
    It gotta be right before you push the Z
    Give me head at the lights

    [1] - [Carl Thomas]
    Everyday it's just the same though
    We just tryna see tomorrow
    As we try to pay attention to the people we are
    I'm just trying to have some fun
    Live my life and own my gun
    I know I can't live forever

    [Memphis Bleek]
    Yo, yo she coul push the Plymouth, switch while I'm in it
    You know how I do, we could fuck for a minute
    She know that the Memph give a hundred percent
    She can see the jewels shine from under the tints
    Might see the fifth reflect from under the tints
    Or your wife giving head from under the tints
    You know that the crew wil'in in the turtle top
    State to state, you know the hoes me and murder got
    Cause when they see the plat-i-num, that be them
    In the Range gettin' brains or the drop BM
    Who you know that can stop these mens?
    I'm come through in the Cadi, the color of gin
    Somethin' clear you can see right in
    Don't mistake the passenger, your wife was in
    I let her underhand me, give me brain in the Banji
    While I do a wheely with my hands in her panties nigga

    [Repeat 1 (2x)]

    [Memphis Bleek]
    Yo check it, uh ay yo
    Watch the wife, she don't play
    You seen how she scratched the CLK
    She hate ma-mas cause they roll shotgun
    And when they smoke they like to take shotguns
    And when I fuck I hit like shotguns
    Violate me, get beat with shotguns
    I can fight, I know I'm a boxer
    See Bleek in the hardtop Boxer
    Down in 'Frisco poppin' my collars
    Smoke champelly, all black Impalla
    3 Wheelin', Hennesey spillin'
    Fuck the world, that's how Bleek feelin'
    Cherry red M3, that's me
    When you be like damn you killin' 'em, that's me
    You know me, eye-cocked, twin buggy eyes
    Blue as the watch face
    The watch stay faced - nigga

    [Repeat 1 (2x)]

    [Carl Thomas]
    I'm just trying to make it, whoa, yeah, yeah
    I'm just tryna do what's right
    Though the devil tries to tempt me, oh no, oh no, oh no...
    This song was submitted on December 24th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Sylvester Stewart, Robert James, Jason Harrow, Todd Thomas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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