Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything That Glitters, artist - Pusha T. Album song Fear Of God II: Let Us Pray, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G.O.O.D, Mass Appeal, Re-Up Gang
Song language: English
Everything That Glitters |
When you looking in the mirror |
It’s everything that glitter |
That ain’t gold |
I’m getting low |
From the haters |
Cameras in action, tell all my niggers what’s happening |
And ridin with my niggas, |
It’s everything that glitters, that ain’t gold, I’m getting low,. |
And all the smoke get high, high, high |
Just another day, get by, get by, get by |
For every brick broke down it’s one stepped on |
For every known rat it’s one slept on |
For every loyal nigger fronting one kept owing For every bitch I show the way |
it’s one kept hoe’in |
So let’s blow through this money as we pour bottles |
Let me drop another classic and the tour follows |
Let’s get pissy drunken, let the hoes swallow |
My niggers embrace guns and ignore bibles |
Not to glorify it, you can’t ignore the lions |
Illusions we can be you, get’em law abiding |
Better know who that is looking in the mirror |
The truth lies you and you see you can’t see it clearer |
I’m looking in the mirror |
It’s everything that glitter |
And they know I’m from the haters |
Cameras in action, tell all my niggers what’s happening |
And now I’m with my niggers, |
It’s everything that glitters, and they know |
I’m looking in the mirror |
It’s everything that glitter |
And they know from the haters |
Cameras in action, tell all my niggers what’s happening |
And now I’m with my niggers, |
It’s everything that glitters, and they know |
And all the smoke get high, high, high |
Just another day, get by, get by, get by |
I just can’t leave it alone |
I just can’t leave it alone |
They handing out football numbers at the tap of your phone |
Were you watching for the drop as they clapping and they chrome |
Took a brick then I turned it to stone |
5 into ten the return of the clones |
And took my experience and turned it to poems |
As we took single engines and turned em to boeings |
Panamera blood red symbolized bloodshed |
Lost a lot of niggers, some in club fed |
Few still reminiscin in they cl, |
Servin pete rock cruisin in they v12 |
I’m looking in the mirror |
It’s everything that glitter |
And they know from the haters |
Cameras in action, tell all my niggers what’s happening |
And now I’m with my niggers, |
It’s everything that glitters, and they know |
And all the smoke get high, high, high |
Just another day, get by, get by, get by. |