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Everywhereigo

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Everywhereigo was released on January 29, 2019 by Roc Nation Distribution as a part of the album Everywhereigo - Single

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Babyxsosa

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jasia Abrams

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

GAWD

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Everywhere I go

They all know my name

[Chorus]

Everywhere I go

They all know my name

Sosa, can you hang?

Baby, I won't fold, yeah

Can't fuck with a hoe, yeah

So I choose to ignore ya

Bitches be my enemies

These bitches be my clone, yeah

[Chorus]

Everywhere I go

They all know my name

Sosa, can you hang?

Baby, I won't fold, yeah

**** hit my phone

All the numbers get ignored, yeah

[Chorus]

So how come everywhere I go

They all know my name?

Sosa hit a stain

Bro, these **** phony

**** pull up four deep

But leave wit' they hands empty

You can beat that **** ass

But you can't push up on me

[Chorus]

Everywhere I go

They all know my name

Talk down like I'm lame

But baby, we was close, yeah

Remember walk-in to the corner store for the woods

**** dying on my block, I'm finna leave da hood

[Chorus]

'Cause everywhere I go

All my **** was in pain

But, bitch, I just woke up

No, I cannot hit a stain

These bitches think I'm spoiled

But I worked for what I gained

From seeing roaches in the kitchen to flying in a plane

[Verse 1]

I told my grandma

I'm hopping off da porch, she thought I was playin'

Move to Atlanta

Hit up go car, he call up Duwap Kaine

I wanna do better

Than my momma

And that bitch had four bimmers

I wanna do better, uh

Than my bros who servin' just so they can eat

What? They ain't tell ya?

Jasia come through, I pull up wit' da big gas

Buss thru, I let up

Got me some trues, they prayin' to my big ass

[Verse 2]

Top down, we speedin'

Virginia beachin'

757 on the weekends

My momma sleepin' on me

My momma preaching

She say I ain't gon' be shit

Then the police kick in

You switched up on the gang

Now you gon' see me win

[Verse 3]

I do this my sister and my bro hunens

We riding to that bag, it's filled wit' hunnids

I ain't forget when **** was starving but rolling blunts

**** ain't have no money and still was having fun

Written by: Jasia Abrams

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