Lyrics Take It All - Charlie Sloth, Avelino, Mic Righteous

Take It All

Yeah, Ima take it easy on them even though I shouldn’t
Did what I wanted even when they said I couldn’t
First you get the money then you get the power then you get the women
You all wanna be niggas in Paris with a Stefflon Don who wouldn’t
I’m a dreamer
Woke up had a Raddison Blu with a red bone
Told her I don’t need head I need headphones
Get kisses and hugs from your ex O
It’s a new generation on my reputation cause I’m next
Didn’t plan it but I got a spaceship on the jet
Owe it to myself had to face a little debt
Get my dad a gold tooth would it pay my respects
Oh shit, take a trip don’t trip
Fuck a guest list special list no list
And I’m getting show this is a show biz
Don’t act up don’t trap no wrist
Got kicks like I’m Bruce Lee
Walk in wardrobe then I do feet
Why you think in a group full of groupies
You can tell that I recouped when I pull up in a coupe just as you leave
Yeah, don’t worry about me
Live your life don’t worry about me
Girl don’t ever leave your girl around me
All my niggas had drive now they skrr around me
Oh, don’t worry about me
I ain’t worried about nothing don’t worry about me
All they said or say nothing when they heard about me
The new rap Mohammad Ali, yeah
When you first wake up in the morning your mind is operating at 10.
5 wave cycles per second.
That’s when the subconscious mind is most
impressionable.
Whatever you hear in the first 20 minutes when you wake up,
that will affect the spirit of your day.
When you listen to tape,
listen with relaxed belief
They don’t wanna swing it out
They don’t wanna I’m the one that they don’t wanna swing it out with
And every time I swing around
Bill it up bill it out spill it up was big as houses
I don’t like to be in crowds
Cause my dick worth penis you shouldn’t be allowed to be around in
I’m all up in your bitch’s mouth
Step in it, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in
Banging in the backyard getting out in
Go extra it’s an adventure it’s an outing
Bout to rip you out that little outfit
Think this great, shit wait till you’ve seen the mountain
I might’ve hit your Mrs in the pass but you can’t be a kid about it
Yeah I hit your Mrs in the car check my finger in her arse so I never put my
kid around it
I’m in your house get the liquor out
And you niggas down cause I’m about to lick it out
Fill it up fill up a cup until it’s spilling out
Leave your pussy dripping out get a towel but to whip it now
Bill it loud grip it up bring it round give it that
spin it round stick em up stick em down
When I’m done you’re getting up ain’t no sticking round
Fuck if it was a big told you I’m kicking up listen up
I’ve got the winner’s star it’s a must
You’re looking like dinner now bitch get in my guts
You’ve probably figured out that I’m really just a cunt
Smoking spliff this big then I’m puffing out my lungs
Oh shit, that’s the ringtone
Don’t you dare open up that window
Say Mic’s name in the mirror five times
I’ll appear right behind you and the wind blows
Prr prr, that’s the ringtone
You’ll never feel my pussy break your shin bones
Your girl sent nudes think I’ve been loads
I’m on my way to blue and I’m about to print loads yes lord