Letra de Everything
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Dope boy swag to the maximum
Fact: dealing yay for the pay
With the strap on
Fact: dealing yay for the pay
With the strap on
Money ain't a thang than a quick mean
Nigga, murder ain't a thang
But a quick reach
BK nigga, and I been wassup
Word to my mother, I don't give a fuck
Like a fronting hoe, I ain't fronting, though
I ain't gotta make the call
I just dump and go
Fast lane, looking shit,
I'm in the streets
And you can feel that
When I get a beat
Detailed rep,
You can see my sheet
I've been told that
Since I had the peach
Firstly, thug shit
New York city drug house
Drug shit
Countable. That's what the fuck
I'm representing
Thirty cash with the floss
What the fuck am I repenting, nigga?!
(Pre-Hook)
Yeah, I'm selling brownies for the getaway
BSB, in the hood, need a medal, slick
I'm all good with heavy bling
Nigggas pro'ly putting holes into er'thang
(Hook)
Everything
Everything
My niggas putting holes into
Everything
(Prraaaa)
Everything
Everything
(Verse)
Niggas who ain't selling no records look defeated
No shades on, and the club close repeated
Old tool, I told you, I ain't need it
Billie Jean step on the square, told you to beat it
Bricks in my backpack, scale and a black Mac
Niggas don't talk on the phone
They just top that(?)
Unwrap roll, Icitall mix(?)
Once you shrink rap
Mummify bricks
Hundred thousand dolla car, minimums
And the candy colored coat like an M&M
Came with the bleached blonde, bitch,
You love Emin3m
And it tan on the skin like a Timbaland
Er'thing, nigga, I got everything
Money, cash, bitches, I got everything
Niggas talking like they heavy sling
We get it straight from the Metal Inn
(Pre-Hook)
(Hook)
Nigga, murder ain't a thang
But a quick reach
BK nigga, and I been wassup
Word to my mother, I don't give a fuck
Like a fronting hoe, I ain't fronting, though
I ain't gotta make the call
I just dump and go
Fast lane, looking shit,
I'm in the streets
And you can feel that
When I get a beat
Detailed rep,
You can see my sheet
I've been told that
Since I had the peach
Firstly, thug shit
New York city drug house
Drug shit
Countable. That's what the fuck
I'm representing
Thirty cash with the floss
What the fuck am I repenting, nigga?!
(Pre-Hook)
Yeah, I'm selling brownies for the getaway
BSB, in the hood, need a medal, slick
I'm all good with heavy bling
Nigggas pro'ly putting holes into er'thang
(Hook)
Everything
Everything
My niggas putting holes into
Everything
(Prraaaa)
Everything
Everything
(Verse)
Niggas who ain't selling no records look defeated
No shades on, and the club close repeated
Old tool, I told you, I ain't need it
Billie Jean step on the square, told you to beat it
Bricks in my backpack, scale and a black Mac
Niggas don't talk on the phone
They just top that(?)
Unwrap roll, Icitall mix(?)
Once you shrink rap
Mummify bricks
Hundred thousand dolla car, minimums
And the candy colored coat like an M&M
Came with the bleached blonde, bitch,
You love Emin3m
And it tan on the skin like a Timbaland
Er'thing, nigga, I got everything
Money, cash, bitches, I got everything
Niggas talking like they heavy sling
We get it straight from the Metal Inn
(Pre-Hook)
(Hook)
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