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Текст песни Bob - Everything (Fuck Em We Ball, 2012) слова

20 ноября 2012 г. Просмотров: 1381 RSS
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Everything yea

Everything yea

Everything yea

Everything yea


Everything yea

Everything yea

Everything yea

Everything yea


You know what they say, money isn’t everything

Married to that gang but ain’t no wedding, so insane

Nosebleed flow, call it cocaine so high

You was where my office was an airplane

And if you let me fall bitch I’m fuckin up head game

You gon need some hairspray

Catch me out here getting it in every way

Wait, where the marinate? Please do not interrogate

It’s a movie everywhere I go, no need narrate

Fans by my barricade, groopies by the stairway case

I done had too much success, it’s something that I never say

Everything is everything when you chasing everything

How can they box the nigga in? I’m running every lane


Family over everything, I put that shit on everything

Getting it with my niggas, yea we headin home with everything

Uh, I put that shit on everything

She aksed me what I want, I told her: everything


Everything yea yea everything

Yea yea everything yea yea everything

Family over everything, I put that shit on everything

Getting it with my niggas, yea we headin home with everything


Every time my squad goes grabbing, all my niggas fill up the first class cabin

This ain’t really funny, I ain’t really laughin

What you make in 10 years is what I pay in taxes

Middle finger way up high to the masses

Stay out my business, don’t touch my jacket

You know what I’m bout, you ain’t even gotta ask it

Filled it up long ago, give it as you wrapped it

And if you feeling ratchet, bitch I’m Juicy J

Now drop it low within my highschool GPA

DR. Weedman, ask him what’s the Easy A

I spend so much on blunts I’m getting hit up on my CPA

I’mma hit her right back

Soon as a nigga finished his set

And somebody get my lawyer on the phone, tell him add another couple mill to the contract

East side of Atlanta on my back

Where they rap bout the hammers and the straps

It don’t matter what it is, you could name anything

You one blew up my fam over there

Cause I ride for my fans, every flight, every time that I land

You could tell I’mma make big moves

By the size of my plane

Rolex on my wrist, but it ain’t much time on my hands

That Lambo shut him up, call it silence of the lambs


Family over everything, I put that shit on everything

Getting it with my niggas, yea we headin home with everything

Uh, I put that shit on everything

She aksed me what I want, I told her: everything


Everything yea yea everything

Yea yea everything yea yea everything

Family over everything, I put that shit on everything

Getting it with my niggas, yea we headin home with everything


They say don’t stop get it get it, don’t stop, get it

Business over bullshit, that’s just the way we kick it

I said don’t stop get it get it, don’t stop, get it

Business over bullshit, yea that’s the family business


Okay Everything yea yea everything

Yea yea everything yea yea everything

I said don’t stop get it get it, don’t stop, get it

Business over bullshit, yea that’s the family business


Family over everything, I put that shit on everything

Getting it with my niggas, yea we headin home with everything

Uh, I put that shit on everything

She aksed me what I want, I told her: everything


Everything yea yea everything

Yea yea everything yea yea everything

Family over everything, I put that shit on everything

Getting it with my niggas, yea we headin home with everything


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