Too $hort (too Short) - Everyday lyrics

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Too $hort (too Short) - Everyday lyrics

[VERSE 1: E-40] I was raised with honey badgers, my honey badgers 'don't care' Out here they play the game of d**h, truth or dare For real, block monsters like Creature Feature Look like a plate? They gon' eat ya Maney motherf**es, never been to a club Hard as nails, no sensitive thugs I like ghetto booty broads that be doin they thing Take care of they business, keep they coochie clean Brazilian wax, good hygene Miss Sixty jeans, POParazzi earrings I got a duffle full of scrilla, on my way to re-up With a 'JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS' sticker on my truck Soil celebrity, heavy in this b**h Professional hustler, there's a science to this He started with nothin, ended up with a lot Got a record label, barber shop and a Maybach Chorus (Stunt hard cause I) Get dough everyday (I'm the sh** cause I) Get dough everyday (Hit a lick, n***a) Get dough everyday (Hit your b**h cause I) Get dough everyday [VERSE 2: Too $hort] If you love gettin money say 'Hell yeah!' (Hell yeah!) Let's do this sh** You mad the right choice if you're choosin, b**h You could leave if you ain't gettin down But you'll never be a square cause you get around So you might as well go with Short Reached in my pocket, had a roll of dough No 20's and 10's, just 50's and 100's I get it everyday, it ain't nothin if I want it Cause I hustle for the money Spit a little game, now she want me I make it everyday, and every night I get mo' You don't need to be my ho I get fetti, b**h Pimp game is a gift But I don't really use it for the same old sh** I'm on that corporate level, executive My secretary is a naked b**h Chorus [VERSE 3: E-40] Can't let 'em take me off my square, can't let 'em get to a fixture Throw my life away over a f** n***a Born and raised in the Bay, I stay tucked, n***a f** with me you'll gon' pay, I'll buck a n***a Money mackin and stackin, what's happenin, mobbin and mashin And if it wasn't for rappin then I would probably be trappin Trappin, no matter what, I stay packin Blastin, if they run up I'm clappin [Too $hort] Round of applause, no hesitation Instantaneous devastation Everybody runnin, we just tryina get money If you don't want none, you a dummy You look bummy, still live with your mommy You don't know how to hustle, can't get sh** from me Don't even ask when you see us Cause me and 40, we just Chorus

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