Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Did It All, artist - Ralo. Date of issue: 25.11.2015
Song language: English
Did It All |
| Block 125 |
| Fam Goon! |
| Ralo |
| Aye |
| Ridin' 'round in that hotbox |
| Jumpin' out with them Glocks out |
| I got more dough than IHop |
| Nigga rob me, he gon get popped |
| Servin' that arm and hammer |
| Keepin' them hammers in arms |
| Niggas gon think it’s a game |
| They gon get shot in the dome |
| Block servin' them blocks |
| We do not serve on the block |
| We got rich off crack, they know how we rock |
| Niggas tryna get a million dollars |
| We done spit this shit a million times |
| All these niggas bitch up in the lie |
| She ended up like a |
| We done fucked all of them hoes |
| It ain’t a |
| We got rich off the stove |
| Whippin' that fork in the bowl |
| Play with that bread and you’re toast |
| Me and Block do the most |
| Yo bitch got that |
| We got bread by the loaf |
| Ridin' 'round with 50 like a nigga payin' taxes |
| Keep that pistol like a taxi |
| Who the fuck gon carjack me? |
| Made more money than my daddy |
| Bought more shit than my momma |
| I done more than that nigga without a condom |
| They kick me like a fumble |
| Put and I get dumber |
| A nigga ever swam, I ship the bakin' soda |
| I got more money than your honor |
| Bought more jewelry than a jury |
| These bitches call me daddy a lil bit more than my children |
| I promise |
| Them people said I changed done watched me change a lot of things |
| I turn my car into a |
| I never tuck my chains |
| I never took my time |
| I don’t play with these bitches, but I keep it playa |
| In the sprinter van watchin' CNN |
| On the FaceTime with the missus |
| with every |
| 85 for a clean ride |
| Give me 65, I might touch it |
| Stainless steel on |
| Double |
| Brick and a half in the blender |
| All I talk about is dope, nigga |
| Me and Ralo goin' back to back |
| Bust a rollie down from scratch |
| Presidential with the VV’s |
| whip from overseas |
| Fuck a bitch and leave |
| Now I’m headin' back to the backdoor |
| Young nigga say he gotta hold 20 |
| parked in the trenches |
| With a bitch, speak no Englo |
| And them bricks’ll blow |