Dave East

Dave East - Everybody lyrics

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[Hook]

Where I’m from nigga everybody drink

Living how we live nigga everybody smoke

Back to the wall fuck what everybody think

Grew up in the hood nigga everybody broke

We all got work nigga everybody trap

Nobody wanna fight nigga everybody strapped

Nobody makin music but everybody rap

You ain’t never know where, I’m where everybody at

Had a pound from the bay, broke it all down to dimes

Niggas getting paid and that’s all a lot of crimes

Coming at my king, must be all out your mind

I was trappin in the morning in a hallway with mine

Whip hard on the block going hard in the booth

Goons in the building your party is deuced

Play me you know me I ain’t part of your crew

Close to the sky, pray to god off the roof

Brought in the coup and she real thick

On some work I’ll be back real quick

Fresh prince shit I feel like will smith

Niggas ain’t never built a house but they deal bricks

Got money in the couch, take a seat nigga

I’ll be back to the city when these pills flip

You ain’t never seen a wolf tryina eay nigga

Everybody sleeping on me, rest in peace in peace nigga

Money talk, bullshit walk, and I’m screaming

Dodging my demons, applaud cause I’m breathing

Watching eyes on the screening

So sincere over here, they get killed for no reason

In the hood we appreciated hot water at a young age

Understood what the block taught us

Never open up your mouth if the cops on you

Making sales fin to fail, you pop one!

[Hook]

Where I’m from nigga everybody drink

Living how we live nigga everybody smoke

Back to the wall fuck what everybody think

Grew up in the hood nigga everybody broke

We all got work nigga everybody trap

Nobody wanna fight nigga everybody strapped

You ain’t never know where, I’m where everybody at

Smoking loud, trusted, white henny, I’m fucked up

Just posted up in a white bentley

Got the black cad and my wife heny

Just left jb’s but the white pennies

My life an envy, so I drop the top when it’s time windy

We swerving in, no turbulence, when we in the sky and the flight’s win

Homies drop the glass, hard top, but the top is glass

Hard rock so just drop the bag

Hard cock so I pop that ass

She’s on top then drop low, nasty

Fuck around I might pop 4, pow 4

Smoke a nigga like a optimar

Pop the rolls we don’t pop the mall

You trick nigga, we got the pros

Might knock your bitch and then drop the hoe

Killer pockets back it then I’m out the dough

Put the masterpice on my rocky road

Chill, chill, cause I’m from where all the dealers at

Young boy that will peel your cal

Watch the dumb boy...no more to say, how real is that?

[Hook] x 2

Where I’m from nigga everybody drink

Living how we live nigga everybody smoke

Back to the wall fuck what everybody think

Grew up in the hood nigga everybody broke

We all got work nigga everybody trap

Nobody wanna fight nigga everybody strapped

You ain’t never know where, I’m where everybody at.

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