"Every Blog" lyrics
Rich The Kid, Famous Dex & Jay Critch Lyrics
"Every Blog"
[Famous Dex:]
I'm talkin' 'bout, like–
They forgot, like, we forever, like, we– tuh
We breakin' every blog now (That's what we gon' do for now)
They said we wouldn't do it (They said)
I believed in it (Did you?)
But did you? (Oh man, goddamn)
(Freaky)
Ha (Uh, ay, Dexter)
[Famous Dex {Rich The Kid}:]
Ooh, tuh
Rich Forever, yeah, we break every blog
No NBA, but a young nigga ball
Bitches crazy, yeah, they take off their bras
I'm praying to win, but they want me to fall
MAC-10, I might take off his jaw {Yeah, ay}
Off a Perc ten, I'm not sleeping at all {Ay}
I hop in a jet, I'll see you tomorrow (Oh man, goddamn)
[Rich The Kid (Jay Critch):]
We're breakin' the blogs down
I ran up a check, they want me to fall off
Make a hit like I'm playin' golf
Sinclair, this not Lacoste
Don't want songs with you niggas, just Critch and Dexter
Fuck her in a choke hold just like a wrestler
Second time I hit the pussy, it was way better
Rich Forever real big like Coachella
[Jay Critch:]
They don't try 'cause they know better (They know it)
And I been makin' more cheddar (Yeah)
Diamonds makin' the hoes wetter (ay)
Hit a jugg, it's a whole setup (Jugg)
Brodie scammed like the whole setup (Finesse)
She want some money, I won't let her (No)
I used to trap in the cold weather (Yeah)
Say my name for the stain in bold letters
[Famous Dex:]
Hold on, Critch, gang
Mama told me, "Go be more better"
I'm with two bitches and they both wetter
Huh, Rich Forever gettin' more cheddar
Told Rich The Kid, "I can never let up" (Hold on)
Bank account got M&M's
Start setting boundaries, I don't fuck with friends
Huh, they talkin' like, "What got into him?" (ay, Dexter)
And I keep a gun, we can shoot again (Oh man, goddamn)
[Rich The Kid:]
Yeah (Yeah)
Fifty on me, nigga, many men (Fifty)
Ride a Maybach, not a minivan (Skrrt)
Feels good, young Dexter, he back again (Back again)
Goyard might fit a M&M
I'm the boss, I go get the dividends
You niggas be fake, don't need friends (Fake)
I drop it on his head, a light ten (Light ten, grraow)
[Jay Critch:]
ay, one dark-skinned girl, one light-skinned (Hey)
I swear they sleep on the money (Sleep)
Used to be broke, it's a nightmare (It's a nightmare)
Still got a bag, then I'm right there (Right there)
Diamonds punching, they don't fight fair (Swing)
She a baddie, so they might stare (Baddie)
With no toy, I'm bussin' like Lightyear
[Rich The Kid:]
Used to hit juggs in my Nike Airs (Nike Airs)
For a Givenchy shirt, bust a new pair (Woo)
I can't kick it with you like a wheelchair
You can't go to your hood, you never there (Nah)
Boy, you been a square like Delaware (Delaware)
Bitch, I'm rich forever, I'ma keep it player (Rich)
She fell on the dick like a broken chair
When I pull up on the scene, they gon' stare (Yeah)
[Famous Dex:]
Hold on, huh, let me switch it up for a minute (For a minute)
Huh, got three bitches, they kissin'
Got a Glock on me and it shoot, Scottie Pippen (What?)
He was talkin' tough, now he swim with the fishes (Yeah)
Huh, wait, they be eating dick, no picture (What?)
I'm sippin' on lean, man, this shit give me hiccups
I'm never lackin', yeah, we ride with the sticks tucked
She was actin' mean, so I fucked on her sister (I did, ay, Dexter, yeah)
[Famous Dex {Rich The Kid}:]
Ooh, tuh
Rich Forever, yeah, we break every blog
No NBA, but a young nigga ball
Bitches crazy, yeah, they take off their bras
I'm praying to win, but they want me to fall
MAC-10, I might take off his jaw {Yeah, ay}
Off a Perc ten, I'm not sleeping at all {Ay}
I hop in a jet, I'll see you tomorrow (Oh man, godda–)
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