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EVERYWHERE
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Hip-Hop/Rap
EVERYWHERE was released on June 5, 2026 by Bandade Boyz as a part of the album BARS4HIRE
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicholas Lamar Townsend Jr
Nicholas Lamar Townsend Jr
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Lamar Townsend Jr
Nicholas Lamar Townsend Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quentin Coleman
Quentin Coleman
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Sept3mber
Sept3mber
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Lyrics

I'm everywhere the sun at, baby You ain't even gotta step off the porch
To see that the numbers, I do not fakin Need to go check the scouting report
I'm scoring like this every night that I'm playing
I can sell drumsticks to a band You can throw my flow on a pan
We stacking them racks to the smoke detector The beep from the money counter way too fancy
I'm telling her just keep dancing Throwing the ones with a YK stance
All of this shit must've changed I'm making my circle a little bit smaller
Cause some of the so-called real ones switched up
I'm hitting like Manny Machado right after I blam
Go Shedeur with the plain junt Two Biggie bags in the same month
So much chicken, could start us a branch up I had took this shit back to my roots
Just to see if a **** like me and it ain't one
Quit searching for shit that I'm on right now Cause I promise my dawg is not out
Nocturnal drive with the snow inside Only time that I'm rolling a White Owl
Baby, don't even take off your nightgown If it ain't six numbers, then fall back
If it ain't six figures, get shut down Alamo still can't get a call back
Turned down 60 ball and that's all facts Big J say I'm doing the right thing
Hunnids like hot wings in all flats Keep my name out your mouth like a lip ring
And this ain't a street race, but if she riding with me
Gotta peep underneath the hood I hate when they say that your boy next up
I'm already here, understood I'm everywhere the where the sun at, baby
You ain't even gotta step off the porch to see that the numbers, I do not fakin
You need to go check the scouting report I'm scoring like this every night that I'm playing
I can sell drumsticks to a band You can throw my flow on a pan
We stacking them racks to the smoke detector The beep from the money counter way too fancy
We just left out the shop with enhancements dawg
All of off taking these chances She wanna see where we at in the future
Like baby girl start off using your head I am not one of them boys gone see you in person
And ask can you fuck with the brand This shit cost an arm and a leg of course
If you looking for me, then I'm right here Everywhere the sun at, baby
You ain't even gotta step off the porch to see all this shit, I'm
I'm putting up stats like this every night that I'm playing, bitch
You need to go check the scouting report
Written by: Nicholas Lamar Townsend Jr
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