DJ Khaled Featuring Lil Baby & Lil Durk - Every Chance I Get

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Music Clip Song Lyrics (Tay Keith, this too hard) We The Best Music (Tay Keith, f**k these niggas up) Another one DJ Khaled https://youtu.be/Wgp1wELZFCA Scratched a million off my checklist three years ago Add two zeros to the one, I'm in a different mode This my life, do what I want, I be with different hoes You know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her home I got rich off strong, we get 'em in and get 'em gone You know Trappy just got out, I ain't have to put him on We the ones who got the numbers, who put the city on It's the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie on My demon time ain't nothin' nice I try not to wear nothin' twice I came up off of shootin' dice, yeah My lil' brother ain't livin' right My sis' and 'em doin' aight My cuz and 'em still servin' life, yeah Seen a robber rob a deacon I seen a preacher get caught for cheatin' I'll break the bank for one of my people I said, "I'm the one," they didn't me believe me I show 'em the facts, now they all need me I'ma get cake as long as I'm breathin' They makin' it hard, this shit really easy, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist All these hoes f**k on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run around that bitch You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes) Ayy, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes) Yeah, she think I'm a regular rapper, I'm not One person come tell me, we f**k up your block Watch me run this shit to the tippity-top, yeah (keep goin') Put my kids in Givenchy She must think one plus one is three I can't support you personally She don't got a mortgage, moved in with her niece These niggas be cappin', them cars be leased Youngest in charge, I speak for the streets I was noddin' off, they woke up a beast Struggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner We didn't have nothin' to eat Soon as I get on his ass, they gon' look at me bad Like, "Damn, he was f**kin' with me," yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist All these hoes f**k on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes) Ayy, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes) I'm from the trenches Niggas be tough on the 'net, but really be there for attention Bitches be talkin' like they really rich But really be beggin' me under my pictures I'll give her forty, fifty thousand cash to start up a business I'll spend that shit at the dentist I'd rather f**k her and pay up her rent for a year just to get out of her feelings I'm in the Lambo' truck in my hood, nobody gon' tell me shit Goin' to Cali, I pick up my weed for sure, nobody gon' mail me shit Dice game, Craps and Cee-Lo, I need cash, don't sell me shit Baby got his hood on smash and you can tell they really rich Drop the lo', ain't no room right now, I took her to the O Then I pulled up on the Lam' 'cause she a fan of Boonie Moe I got the city on lock, uh, f**kin' up all the opps I be around with three million dollars in jewelry, I'm standin' on all the blocks This the anthem, mm-hmm Droppin' the six in the Fanta, mmm Black Rolls truck with the all-white seats Remind me of sittin' on Panda, mmm I love my cousin, she was a dancer I love my brother, he was a scammer Sittin' on my lap 'cause I'm pullin' her tracks And I f**k from the back 'cause she callin' me handsome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist All these hoes f**k on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes) You know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes) https://youtu.be/ZG1MUb58RJI We The Best Music Another one Song Writers: Khaled Mohamed Khaled UPLOAD AND PROMOTE YOUR FANATICS MP3 VIDEOS MIXTAPES ARTICLES (CALL/WHATSAPP )+233548309800•••••••••+233249118682