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• Artiste: Slim Thug
• Titre: All Gold Everything
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Featuring D-Boss (Hook) Put a hole my nigga, that pussy poppin, that magic city Got the strong my nigga, that cole max, that shit with me Smoking mean my nigga, that don’t pass that shit to me This one for my niggas, and bitches bout that money (Verse) Gold all in my rang, gold all in my chain Bad bitches give me they brains All my hoes so insane I stay smokin on them planes Coastin on them swings, Poking up them lames, I’m so fly I need me some wings I got the baddest bitches in texas Brightest diamonds in my necklace We smoke the best, you smoke and stress I eat papados for breakfast Every line watching them texans We super throw I’m thinking Super Bowl Shit I’m tryina pick which coup to road The Camaro cold but the Rarri hoe 1 50 on 45, 1 80 on the billway In the boondocks ridin in my drop Out where that boy pow wow stay I’m the club king on the club scene 50 knocks fetish a dream I’m pulling out every week something clean Leaving with a bitch that you see in your dreams (Hook) Put a hole my nigga, that pussy poppin, that magic city Got the strong my nigga, that cole max, that shit with me Smoking mean my nigga, that don’t pass that shit to me This one for my niggas, and bitches bout that money (Verse) All gold everywhere, Got a few different chains, I keep a spare New jewels every week I don’t play fair A new slab once a year like a state fair Talking down catch your faith like short hair Perforated leather on my chair It’s check season, quala test is treason You square as a cube I’m so clear I’m real, drink, sip, Drop a 4 in the 20 that’s a Kobe Bryant I’m a Texan wild, we a tipper I put the ‘Lac on the streets and you haters got quiet I’m watching The Rockets play the Clippers, From Texas to Cali like mowlin rine O only drive when slippin I got a meat scale showing nipples All I do is pull broads like wisdom teeth without tryin All I do is cover up my neck and wrist with diamonds I don’t fuck with no boppers so don’t tell me who shining And I don’t fuck with no haters, so don’t knock a man for grinding (Hook) Put a hole my nigga, that pussy poppin, that magic city Got the strong my nigga, that cole max, that shit with me Smoking mean my nigga, that don’t pass that shit to me This one for my niggas, and bitches bout that money (Verse) This one here’s for them hustlers, Who don’t really, really, really want for nothing Who keep a bad bitch and keep a couple cars And with a side hoe know we just fucking She smoked my blunt then we sexin She smoked my blunt and we sexin What started out with us texting Lead to me getting head at the intersection D boss I be him, a street cat I represent that Hit my plug on my trampoline They told me I already sent the pack Working and it’s gone, check out my watch, it cost bout a hund And I ain’t finna break nothing down But I bet that I stay in my zone All I know is go get it, She called and told me come get it I told the bitch that I was on my grind But later on I’ma get in her kitty This one here direct, Strip a flow, show naked Represent for that Houston Texas Check the watch, no necklace (Hook) Put a hole my nigga, that pussy poppin, that magic city Got the strong my nigga, that cole max, that shit with me Smoking mean my nigga, that don’t pass that shit to me This one for my niggas, and bitches bout that money