Slim Thug x Paul Wall - All Gold Everything G-Mix ft D-Boss | Текст песни

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• Slim Thug x Paul Wall
• All Gold Everything G-Mix ft D-Boss

[Hook]
For the hoes my nigga, thats pussy poppin, at magic city
Got the strong my nigga, that come match, that shit with me
Smoking mid my nigga, then don’t pass that shit to me
This is one for my niggas, and bitches bout that money

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 swains, 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 tekses
We super throw I’m thinking super bawl
Shit I’m tryina pick which coup to roll
The camaro call but the rarri hoe
1 50 on 45, 1 80 on the billway
And the boondocks riding in my drop
Out with that boy paul wall stay
I’m the club king on the club scene
50 knots fetish and 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 strong my nigga, that cole max, that chevy with me
Smoking mean my nigga, that don’t pass that shit to me
This is one for my niggas, and this is bout that money

I don’t go 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 here
...leather on my chair
It’s chick season, quality test is treason
You square as a cube I’m so clear
I’m real, drink, sip, dop a 4 and a 20 that’s a kobe bryant
I’m a texan while you a tipper
I put the ‘Lac on the streets and you haters got quiet
I’m watching the rocks play the clippers, from texas to callie like ...
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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 strong my nigga, that cole max, that chevy with me
Smoking mean my nigga, that don’t pass that shit to me
This is one for my niggas, and this is bout that money

This one’s here for them hustlers,
Who don’t really, really, really want for nothing
Who keep a bitch and keep a couple cars
And with a side hoe know we just fronting
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 trap line
He told me I already sent it back
Working and it’s gone, check on my watch
It cost bout a hund
And I ain’t fin to 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 necklaces

[Hook]
Put a hole my nigga, that pussy poppin, that magic city
Got strong my nigga, that cole max, that chevy with me
Smoking mean my nigga, that don’t pass that shit to me
This is one for my niggas, and this is bout that money.


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