Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What They All Say , by - VealousSong from the album CR5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TRMG
Song language: English
What They All Say |
| We been pushing the foreign, touring, my nigga we up |
| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up |
| Got this kush in the foreign, pourin' and rollin' weed up |
| Out here screaming free my niggas till my niggas freed up |
| We been pushing the foreigns, touring, my nigga we up |
| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up |
| Got this this kush in the foreign car, now roll the weed up |
| I done heard the shit they talking all before, I know I know I know |
| That’s what they all say, that’s what they all say |
| All my niggas ride foreigns, that’s what they all say |
| I got bad bitches calling, that’s what they all say |
| Every nigga with me balling, that’s what they all say |
| I need Off-Spray on my line, probably got bugs on my phone |
| On my off day I got more haters tryna toss something at my dome |
| Let your broad play with these jawbreakers, she scoring while you at home |
| Whips in all flavors, we ball players, no roof cover my dome |
| Burn them C notes, change the weight by the keyroll |
| Homies behind the G wall, hold your head up, I see y’all |
| Niggas know I be on top of money, letting that dough pile right on |
| Catch the wrong vibe and them boys crowding right outside of your home |
| On my ten toes, my eyes wide, my trap house all lop sided |
| Shoutout my connect, and my phone stored this wifi |
| From G5 to that money, chuck a peace sign at your honey |
| Fuck the award shows and your talk shows, them streets always gone love me |
| We been pushing the foreign, touring, my nigga we up |
| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up |
| Got this kush in the foreign, pourin' and rollin' weed up |
| Out here screaming free my niggas till my niggas freed up |
| We been pushing the foreigns, touring, my nigga we up |
| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up |
| Got this this kush in the foreign car, now roll the weed up |
| I done heard the shit they talking all before, I know I know I know |
| That’s what they all say, that’s what they all say |
| All my niggas ride foreigns, that’s what they all say |
| I got bad bitches calling, that’s what they all say |
| Every nigga with me balling, that’s what they all say |
| From that milk crate and that corner store, and that small chicken lo-mein |
| All my shooters good from that outside, my friends' shots gone rang |
| I got four hoes, they mouths wide, tryna drop my Balmain’s |
| Caught you hopping out that cop ride, you probably dropped four names |
| Kept that work on me, I jam like that trunk with four 12s |
| I can’t hold hands, no grown man, you gone grind yourself |
| I be throwing bands at hoes dancing, my right or to my left |
| Live that rock life, that spotlight, don’t shine as bright as my bezel |
| Smoking, drinking, party, shawty hit this Marley |
| Blew a nigga brains out, then she get the charges |
| Ever sober hardly, just that type of party |
| I won’t put your name on, but I use a sharpie |
| We been pushing the foreign, touring, my nigga we up |
| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up |
| Got this kush in the foreign, pourin' and rollin' weed up |
| Out here screaming free my niggas till my niggas freed up |
| We been pushing the foreigns, touring, my nigga we up |
| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up |
| Got this this kush in the foreign car, now roll the weed up |
| I done heard the shit they talking all before, I know I know I know |
| That’s what they all say, that’s what they all say |
| All my niggas ride foreigns, that’s what they all say |
| I got bad bitches calling, that’s what they all say |
| Every nigga with me balling, that’s what they all say |