Every Dog Has His Day Song Details:
Every Dog Has His Day Song Lyrics
You Die, Motherfucker (Players Never Die)
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life (You Did Good, $lick)
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life (It’s A Smash)
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
You Die, Motherfucker
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
You Die, Motherfucker (Ayy, Yeah, Ayy, Ayy)
Jump Off A Stick Like I’m Nick Cannon, Stash It Like I’m Ganondorf
All My Homies Stuntin’, We All Ballin’ Like We Manage Sports
Up All On My Dick, Want A Pic’? Go ‘head And Tag A
Press Me With That Bullshit, Yeah, I Shoulda Been A Matador
Trap A Hoe, I Choke A Bitch, Man, I Think I Broke Her Hip
F-F-Fuck Her ’til She Soaked In Piss, I Plan To Make Her Know The Flip
Knock Up, Always Think They Like A Motherfuckin’ Poker Stick
Ready To Snatch A Soul So You Bang Out With The Frozen Kiss
Bitch, Off Coke And Blessed, Turn A Fuckboy Into Mist
Scratch A Name Off Of My List, Another, Nothin’, Just For Kicks
Broken Glass Up On My Wrist, Yeah, I Think They Get The Gist
Totin’ Up My Fuckin Fist Like I Never Fuckin’ Miss
Scrape Up The Drip, Double Erkels In My Stomach, Pop These of My Bitch
Align The Chakras While We Fuckin’, Rearrangin’ All Her
All These Suckers Think They Stuntin’ But They Really Just Lines
Pickin’ Up Lines, Bitch, I Bang Grey
*59 ’til The Day I Die, My Pen Doth Supply
I-I-I Fear I Don’t Know Why I Feel So Normal When I’m High
All These Voices In My Head, I Can’t Tell Which One Is The Lie
Always Bring The Storm, Your Block, We’re Blackin’ Out The Sky
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
You Die, Motherfucker (Wetto)
Keep That hate For Me, Break A Bitch Up On Me
walkin’ On Me, smoke The Marijuana
It’s Your Lord, Make The Bass Shake, Hella Bitch Weight
Diamonds Shine, shipment, Make The Weight Skate
I Ben Bitch Whippin’, Flockin’ Chickens When I Side
Pimpin’, Glock Whippin’, P-p-pop A Clip And Have Your Mind
Spin The Spines With It, in Your Mom
Get You Grime With It, Put The and The with It
Sick Of Fame , Rollin’ With The Fame, People
Tell A Hoe To Hit Them Knees To Let Me Fuck Her Brain Tissue
P-P-Poppin’ 30s, Seein’ Flurries, Still, I Can’t Miss You
Pop The Stick And Blow The Clip, Kill Everyone That Came With You
Same Issues, Playin’ Russian Roulette With Revolvers
I Go Gung Ho With That Drummo Like I’m Travis Barker
Last Upper, Heard The Devil Talkin’ To Me Off It
Fuck A Coffin, When I Die, Just Burn Me In A Forest
Wetto Chris Walken, Huntin’ Like The Deer Hunter
You A with No Heart, Just Tuck Head Under
You A Fed, You A Cop, You A Real Hunter
Scarface Wetto With That Metal, Let That Steel Rumble
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
You Die, Motherfucker
Fuck That
You Die, Motherfucker (Players Never Die)
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life (You Did Good, $lick)
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life (It’s A Smash)
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
You Die, Motherfucker
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
You Die, Motherfucker (Ayy, Yeah, Ayy, Ayy)
Jump Off A Stick Like I’m Nick Cannon, Stash It Like I’m Ganondorf
All My Homies Stuntin’, We All Ballin’ Like We Manage Sports
Up All On My Dick, Want A Pic’? Go ‘head And Tag A
Press Me With That Bullshit, Yeah, I Shoulda Been A Matador
Trap A Hoe, I Choke A Bitch, Man, I Think I Broke Her Hip
F-F-Fuck Her ’til She Soaked In Piss, I Plan To Make Her Know The Flip
Knock Up, Always Think They Like A Motherfuckin’ Poker Stick
Ready To Snatch A Soul So You Bang Out With The Frozen Kiss
Bitch, Off Coke And Blessed, Turn A Fuckboy Into Mist
Scratch A Name Off Of My List, Another, Nothin’, Just For Kicks
Broken Glass Up On My Wrist, Yeah, I Think They Get The Gist
Totin’ Up My Fuckin Fist Like I Never Fuckin’ Miss
Scrape Up The Drip, Double Erkels In My Stomach, Pop These of My Bitch
Align The Chakras While We Fuckin’, Rearrangin’ All Her
All These Suckers Think They Stuntin’ But They Really Just Lines
Pickin’ Up Lines, Bitch, I Bang Grey
*59 ’til The Day I Die, My Pen Doth Supply
I-I-I Fear I Don’t Know Why I Feel So Normal When I’m High
All These Voices In My Head, I Can’t Tell Which One Is The Lie
Always Bring The Storm, Your Block, We’re Blackin’ Out The Sky
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
You Die, Motherfucker (Wetto)
Keep That hate For Me, Break A Bitch Up On Me
walkin’ On Me, smoke The Marijuana
It’s Your Lord, Make The Bass Shake, Hella Bitch Weight
Diamonds Shine, shipment, Make The Weight Skate
I Ben Bitch Whippin’, Flockin’ Chickens When I Side
Pimpin’, Glock Whippin’, P-p-pop A Clip And Have Your Mind
Spin The Spines With It, in Your Mom
Get You Grime With It, Put The and The with It
Sick Of Fame , Rollin’ With The Fame, People
Tell A Hoe To Hit Them Knees To Let Me Fuck Her Brain Tissue
P-P-Poppin’ 30s, Seein’ Flurries, Still, I Can’t Miss You
Pop The Stick And Blow The Clip, Kill Everyone That Came With You
Same Issues, Playin’ Russian Roulette With Revolvers
I Go Gung Ho With That Drummo Like I’m Travis Barker
Last Upper, Heard The Devil Talkin’ To Me Off It
Fuck A Coffin, When I Die, Just Burn Me In A Forest
Wetto Chris Walken, Huntin’ Like The Deer Hunter
You A with No Heart, Just Tuck Head Under
You A Fed, You A Cop, You A Real Hunter
Scarface Wetto With That Metal, Let That Steel Rumble
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
Fuck That, I Don’t Need That Shit In My Life
You Die, Motherfucker
Fuck That
