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    LA VIDÉO DU JOUR : DJ Holiday ft. Young Thug, « Everyday »

    DJ Holiday, deux danseuses en masque à gaz et les pas de danse de Young Thug :

    « I wrap my money up now, cause they all living
    You smell the kitchen, I’m whipping birds up and now you smell the kitchen
    I cash out, I catch a nigga bitch and then I cash out
    I smash out, I hop off in a coupe and then I smash off
    I just wanna fuck you everyday, baby, I just wanna fuck you everyday
    I just wanna be high as a plane, baby, I just wanna be high as the rain
    I just wanna throw it all in the tank, baby, money ain’t a damn thing
    I got racks, I don’t complain, Mink coat look like it got mange
    Chickens they come with the coupe
    Pull up on her then I poof
    Bitch I’m a dog just like Snoop
    Droppin’ my roof, oh
    If I point it I’m gon’ shoot
    Who is my opponent, where are you?
    New jumanji code, you get bamboo
    I’m stoned, no mountain, pour 4s in the deuce
    Yeah, I know you can’t tell, know you can’t tell
    Pay my homies way outta jail
    The last ho I let get close and comfortable started call me Lil Jeff
    (pshh, now that’s scary)
    Pass a lil baby a 40, she got me soo loosened, she’s so pearly lose
    Passin’ her around and she come back around just like currency come for the brew
    I promise I don’t give her up any day off and she don’t care about that she a swoon
    I take my dick out and I nut in her mouth and surprise her with girls on a Sunday, aye
    I wrap my money up now, cause they all living
    You smell the kitchen, I’m whipping birds up and now you smell the kitchen
    I cash out, I catch a nigga bitch and then I cash out
    I smash out, I hop off in a coupe and then I smash off
    I just wanna fuck you everyday, baby, I just wanna fuck you everyday
    I just wanna be high as a plane, baby, I just wanna be high as the rain
    I just wanna throw it all in the tank, baby, money ain’t a damn thing
    I got racks, I don’t complain, Mink coat look like it got mange
    Killin’ these niggas, killin’ these bitches too
    She feelin’ me nigga, I’m feelin’ these riches too
    Arrogant muthafucka, 28 floors up, I can’t see others
    I spend them racks for my loyals and my brothers, feel sorry for others
    (?) like custard
    Catch you in traffic, take off your jewelry and sell it across from ’em
    Take some of the diamonds, take it to Lucky and get somethin’ custom
    Okay, okay, boo, he a takey muthafucka, so where’s my brothers? My sisters?
    I’m gonna fuck you and let him come pick you up, cause you a hooker
    Sit in the mud like a worm and when we pull up, we gon’ book ya
    I’m livin’ live like a shoot gun, but my pockets on fuller
    And I got plans for all of the niggas that’s tryna slick pulla
    I wrap my money up now, cause they all living
    You smell the kitchen, I’m whipping birds up and now you smell the kitchen
    I cash out, I catch a nigga bitch and then I cash out
    I smash out, I hop off in a coupe and then I smash off
    I just wanna fuck you everyday, baby, I just wanna fuck you everyday
    I just wanna be high as a plane, baby, I just wanna be high as the rain
    I just wanna throw it all in the tank, baby, money ain’t a damn thing
    I got racks, I don’t complain, Mink coat look like it got mange »

    Retrouvez notre interview de Young Thug :

    Musique DJ Holiday Everyday

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