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Everybody Loves You
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Felly
Felly
Performer
Kota the Friend
Kota the Friend
Performer
monte booker
monte booker
Performer
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Felly
Felly
Songwriter
monte booker
monte booker
Songwriter
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Songwriter

Lyrics

Young Fel Ehm, Monte let's get it What that smoke do? Beach blonde womens like Goku Fleece with the terry cloth on me that's old school Speak like a local just a un poco Bitch clear your bi-focals, ayy I don't splurge on purses don't be hopeful I only got one chick who I buy shit for (yeah) And my light shine, where did my wrist go? Fall in love with a chick on VSCO Sayulita prince King of the Mariachi Tourists popping pills telling lies like Fauci Don't want to go to Poppi But that's where all the females Shorty ass fake coulda got that shit on retail Six-digit tax need a cape and a mask So I can go to town hall and whoop somebody ass I'm the mixture Smoking on a rizla I used to give a fuck But it was hard to pay attention What that smoke do? Beach blonde womens like Goku Fleece with the terry cloth on me that's old school Speak like a local just a un poco Bitch clear your bi-focals, ayy I don't splurge on purses don't be hopeful I only got one chick who I buy shit for (yeah) And my light shine, where did my wrist go? Fall in love with a chick on VSCO Everybody loves you (loves you, yeah) And everybody loves you (loves you, loves you) And everybody loves you (loves you, loves you) And everybody loves you (loves you) (one, two, three, let's go) Yeah, hop up out the bed Press a button let the sun inside Yeah, I'm feelin' blessed In the winter givin' summer vibes Best dressed, in the Bodega My neighbors think I'm selling drugs And it work in my favor Boy, I ain't making any runs But I run to the paper I'm moving solo dolo Something like the way that I came up I'm in the hood, what's good? Don't make it hot if you see me up on a ave Blending in with the crowd Hopping into the cab You only be on the block I'm whipping it to the bag My haters is on the clock No wonder why they be mad It's alright though I know that they hurting So they always feeling spiteful Catch 'em talking shit and they gon' say it What that smoke do? Woke queens only shop Whole Foods Sippin' in my backyard I ain't too social Lot of people goin' 'round chatting 'bout that old you Man Everybody loves you (loves you, loves you) And everybody loves you (loves you, loves you) Everybody loves you (loves you, loves you) And everybody loves you (loves you, loves you) What the- No capping, no cap Felly, you fire, Felly Like real life shit
Writer(s): Christian Felner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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