Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everything , by - Troy Ave. Release date: 03.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everything |
| Dope boy swag to the max on 'em |
| Dealing yay for the pay with the strap on 'em |
| Money ain’t a thing but a quick meet |
| Nigga murder ain’t a thing but a hip reach |
| BK nigga and I’ve been what’s up |
| Word to my mother I don’t give a fuck |
| Like a fronting ho |
| I ain’t fronting though |
| I ain’t gotta make a call I just dump and go |
| Fast lane living shit I’m in the streets |
| And you can feel that when I get a beat |
| D-town raps you can see my sheet |
| I’ve been toting gats since I had the peach |
| Fuzz lit, thug shit |
| New York City crack house drug shit |
| That’s what the fuck I’m representing |
| 30 cash for the cross what the fuck am I repenting nigga? |
| Yea, I’m selling birds come and get a wing |
| BSB in the hood we the Medellín |
| I’m all good wearing heavy bling |
| Niggas front we putting holes up in everything, everything, everything |
| My niggas putting holes up in everything, everything, everything |
| My niggas putting holes up in everything |
| Niggas who ain’t selling no records look defeated |
| No shades on in the club, clothes repeated |
| Since '02 I told you I ain’t need it |
| Billie Jean step on the square tell you to Beat It |
| Bricks in my backpack, scale and the black mac |
| Niggas don’t talk on the phone, they can tap that |
| Unwrap raw, ice a tall mix |
| Once it shrink wrapped, mummify bricks |
| 100 thousand dollar car minimums |
| And they’re candy color coated like an m&m |
| Came with the bleach blonde bitch who love’s eminem |
| And a tan on her skin like a Timberland |
| Everything nigga I got everything |
| Money cash hoes that’s my everything |
| Niggas talking like they heavy slang |
| We get it straight from the Medellín |