Archie Eversole – Everything Is Alright lyrics

[Chorus]

Everyting
is alright (it's ok) It's
alright (it's ok) Everything
is alright (it's ok) Everything
is alright right (ok) [Verse

1] Everything
is alright everything is all good Got
a brand new Chevy trimmed out and all wood Yeah
I wish a nigga would yeah I wish a nigga might Everything
is all good everything is alright Was
you in flight like smokin an ounce with back accounts Bigger
than the smartest nigga can count We
get paid for taking all of y'all and making you bounce I
got a question "So what you motherfuckers hatin about "?See
I can slow it and speed it up Fine
we can beat it up Don't
you feel it heatin up Turn
your damn speakers up Creeping
up stabbing and sticking all in your lane ho See
if this blood drips tell me which way your brain goes Silly
what you came for Why
you play these games for I'm
gonna play em with you but tonight I'm getting brains ho Pimp
till I can't pimp no more Archie
beat it all night Ask
them what they limping for 'cause everything is alright [Chorus]

- 2X [Verse

2] You
see all these haters can't stop us the cops can't touch us Every
fine broad that see us want to fuck us We
above the law and we ain't never taken alive We
the realest million dollar niggaz ready to die We
as deadly as fire still stacking our cheddar Why
the hell you trying to go gold when platinum is better So
hot have your boys unwrapping your sweaters This
is my first cd I'm coming back even better It's
alright yeah it's ok Made
your girl cook me breakfast and go the whole day Everything
is all tight everything is all gravy One
million dollars can make any balla go crazy If
you didn't know I gave your girl a throat baby 'cause
she's really fine likes a lot and smoke grazy surprised
it's your lady no 'cause Archies diggin in they drauers I'm
the young pimp that all y'all never really saw [Chorus]

- 2X [Verse

3] Everything
is alright now that we making profit Number
one rule fat boys carry really fat pockets Hate
it but can't stop it We
gonna keep droppin Cd's
that you play through your speaker so let them knock it Jumpin
like hydrolics right over your head I'll
be the last man standing all your soldiers is dead Probably
choke on the red most of them child envolved If
we want the new J's then we'll go buy out the mall Hundreds
ain't nothing when you owe something Baller
start rolling something Rap
is my hustle that's why my pockets swollen cousin Make
sure they hate us all Mad
'cause we take their broads But
it don't matter if they sniff up then we break them off We
be them pimps and players y'all
be them ho's and haters Your
girl candy I can cut her up now or later Matter
of fact I had her stuck in the Navigator I
headed to the Catur I'll
holla at you later [Chorus]

- 5X ---------------------------------



















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