Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Everything , by - Yo Gotti. Release date: 18.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On Everything |
| A homie |
| See im a real nigga |
| I put that on everythang |
| I do, I does, I am nigga, haaa |
| My watch right and my chain swang |
| Big strap with my aim game |
| Baby momma my main bitch |
| Fuck with me we in the same check |
| Lambo im in both lanes |
| Club packed im wearin both chainz |
| 2 chainz, I salute, we call the booth no hoe man |
| Dope talk thats cold man |
| T-shirt thats a whole thang |
| 36, white shit, niggas already know man |
| Its fuck you, its fuck me, damn right she a hoe man |
| Left you, move me, that shit dont go man |
| Aston Martin, off set, that bitch look boo leg |
| Street talk, get money, hustle hard ima pro at it |
| Fuck chestaz, I po at it |
| Rozay, I mo at it |
| Im in the club, goin hard, now I got my hoes at it |
| Cat fight, bright lights, AP, 30 grand |
| 40 all from the levis but the chain peace thats 100 band |
| Got 100 men with 100 guns and all white look like the kool klutz klan |
| 1000 problems and 100 hoes, get off the road thats 100 shows |
| Im golded up on everythang |
| Goin hard on every lane |
| Im a fool my bread game |
| She a fool her head came |
| Hey, thats on everythang |
| Hey hey, thats on everythang |
| Everythang, everythang, on everythang, thats on everythang |
| Golded up on everythang |
| Goin hard on every lane |
| Im a fool my bread game |
| She a fool her head came |
| Hey, thats on everythang |
| Hey hey, thats on everythang |
| Swear to god on everythang |
| Play with me you a dead man |
| My Glock cocked and my beam on |
| Money up and my team strong |
| Eat, sleep, and shit money |
| Racks on racks my ringtone |
| Bang Bang my theme song |
| Millionaire my dream song |
| God sent me an angel, so now i can put my team on |
| Had a loss, at the bank, shake yo hands and make a deposit |
| True religion, rock jeans, Gucci throw in my whole closet |
| These niggas leave with my city star |
| Gotti real but these niggas flaw |
| Murder murder with my yung niggas |
| Stay the fuck out our apartments |
| We run that bitch like the fuckin carter |
| Lil mo grams but a lil mo smarter |
| Runnin to the side cuz we gon make them bombs and |
| We gon go to court and we gon beat them charges |
| 66 hey nigga how you mobbin |
| Always broke nigga how you robbin |
| Target practice where you bithces headed |
| All you doing is bullet dodging |
| Got a bullet charge its all great |
| With them chrome rims and them pipes barking |
| Black tent with that black 40 |
| When the windows down you see numbers barkin |
| Pow, niggas bodies droppin |
| Niggas made a client partner switch a side |
| And im just in Miami on the beach, ridin down ocean drive |