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Everywhere Video (MV)




Performed By: Dirko
Length: 3:39
Written by: Raji Williams




Dirko - Everywhere Lyrics
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Every since I was like 12 I been getting watched by the cops
Niggas really police they gone fold they get popped
If a nigga push up on me ian gone play he getting rocked
I'm at ya top head like a door it get knocked
I used to have the rugar then I fell in love with glocks
We got tools we got choppas we got brooms we got mops
Got so many rounds in them neighbors thought that shit wouldn't stop
She like Dirko you be everywhere bitch I'm on your block
Every since I was like 12 I been running from 12
I made a bond I was to lit nigga I went right back to jail
I had the knife as long as a rail I still had the stick in the cell
I probably can't trust you go on a move nigga you probably gone tell
I probably pull up an let off some shots nigga
I probably just go in your pockets an see what you got nigga
I probably ran off with your funds you know I can spot niggas
I was barely at the school I was a hot nigga
Desert tan rifle I put a stand on it
You switch up on them folks they'll cut your hand won't they
He say he down to slide find out that nigga wasn't on it
He say he down to kill find out that nigga bologna
When 12 pull up on the block we probably done killed the nigga
They say he got them blocks you'll probably go and hit that nigga
You know your pockets low and you know you got a pistol
You know you need that load so you catch him when you get him
Winter time he probably got a drake in his jacket
The big Joan you probably feel in your face when you clap it
The scam god we rather run off in the bank we barely was trapping
That 30 round I put that bitch in your face you know I wasn't having it
She keep tryna suck my dick but ian gone let her
Imma loose my mind they keep on f*cking with Mandela
Both my lil brothers locked up nigga we ain't into writing no letters
All that bulletproof talking it better be a vest under your sweater
Got use to skipping school when I was 17 I was a felon
I probably hit up skew I guarantee he gone mail it
We been smoking for a hour I guarantee they gone smell it
If the police hit the door I put it on god nigga I'm bailing
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Every since I was like 12 I been getting watched by the cops
Niggas really police they gone fold they get popped
If a nigga push up on me ian gone play he getting rocked
I'm at ya top head like a door it get knocked
I used to have the rugar then I fell in love with glocks
We got tools we got choppas we got brooms we got mops
Got so many rounds in them neighbors thought that shit wouldn't stop
She like Dirko you be everywhere bitch I'm on your block
Every since I was like 12 I been running from 12
I made a bond I was to lit nigga I went right back to jail
I had the knife as long as a rail I still had the stick in the cell
I probably can't trust you go on a move nigga you probably gone tell
I probably pull up an let off some shots nigga
I probably just go in your pockets an see what you got nigga
I probably ran off with your funds you know I can spot niggas
I was barely at the school I was a hot nigga
Desert tan rifle I put a stand on it
You switch up on them folks they'll cut your hand won't they
He say he down to slide find out that nigga wasn't on it
He say he down to kill find out that nigga bologna
When 12 pull up on the block we probably done killed the nigga
They say he got them blocks you'll probably go and hit that nigga
You know your pockets low and you know you got a pistol
You know you need that load so you catch him when you get him
Winter time he probably got a drake in his jacket
The big Joan you probably feel in your face when you clap it
The scam god we rather run off in the bank we barely was trapping
That 30 round I put that bitch in your face you know I wasn't having it
She keep tryna suck my dick but ian gone let her
Imma loose my mind they keep on f*cking with Mandela
Both my lil brothers locked up nigga we ain't into writing no letters
All that bulletproof talking it better be a vest under your sweater
Got use to skipping school when I was 17 I was a felon
I probably hit up skew I guarantee he gone mail it
We been smoking for a hour I guarantee they gone smell it
If the police hit the door I put it on god nigga I'm bailing
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Writer: Raji Williams
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