Drumma Boy - Everybody Looking lyrics

[Hook] Errybody lookin (yo-yo) Lambo's get the b**hes (mo-hoes) Stove make the cookies (o's-o's) Hurtin these s**as feelings (ouch-ouch) [Verse 1] Yo yo yo come check this crazy flow I gotta go and do this show Just where is Tokyo? Yo yo damn bricksquad be burnin dro Drink bur man and white folk wit me I got cash to blow Yo yo your nose gon grow Just like Pinocchio Your lying that you're hot as me, but that is not the truth Oh no my left right wrist is truly extra cold. my flow sick need them extra o's, I need an extra stove So so I'm so icy my squad run in snow. You know it and you knew before so much dough I shut down the store Hoes hoes I birdfeed these b**hes like they like were crows I pull the totem pole out and leave them p**y swole [Hook] Errybody lookin (yo-yo) Lambo's get the b**hes (mo-hoes) Stove make the cookies (o's-o's) Hurtin these s**as feelings (ouch-ouch) [Verse 2] Say, say, what you thought? what you think I say? I make money different ways get bags off through the day Hey hey damn I paved my way I paved my way I used to sell a lot of yay I moved a key a day Wait wait way way way way back in the day I ran the A me an my wolves, 2 shotguns and A-K Now I'm gettin' that stupid cake I'll put you to sleep like Jake the Snake That dope bag sits right in your face, right in front the place One day you might get some money maybe 12 bars if you pay me 'Scuse me girl you want some babies? Gucci you can't have my babies Monday, I'ma go to Magic City see some a** n' titties Hit some strippas, sip some liquor all these b**hes f**ing with me [Hook] Errybody lookin (yo-yo) Lambo's get the b**hes (mo-hoes) Stove make the cookies (o's-o's) Hurtin' these s**as feelings (ouch-ouch) [Verse 3] God damn Gucci Mane just bought another lamb! Chevy with the crazy cam I pull over with that stupid slam Yeah, plus I got all this j**elry on Flexin' like I'm Serious Jones Bubba Kush still my cologne Word up? Bricksquad put your birds up You ain't never heard nothing if you never heard of us Blood cause run to you, you can't rep no mo Matter you can't breath no more Blow so hard that there is nothing left for sure What? I'm royalty like King Tut Got someone to introduce you to baby dats deez nutz Plus I wouldn't give a flying f** 'bout none of that sh** you fuss about I fly them in them bus em out There's nothing left to talk about [Hook] Errybody lookin (yo-yo) Lambo's get the b**hes (mo-hoes) Stove make the cookies (o's-o's) Hurtin' these s**as feelings (ouch-ouch)