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e 40 – all my niggaz lyrics

[hook x2]
all my n-gg-s really want the money
we don’t want nothing else n-gg- i promise
all my n-gg-s really want the money
all my n-gg-s really want the money

[verse 1: e40]
all we want is the money
the mozzarella galbani
i got more guns than the army
can’t let no b-tch n-gg- harm me
i got that purple like barney
i got two b-tches that’s h-rny
they say they n-gg-s is corny
they never there and they lonely
they bought a bottle of ‘trony
and now they ready to blow me
if you know me you owe me
that’s what i told her for sho’
i’m a mac just like goldie
me and my cronies and brodies
rollies and stogies stay with the fifties and forties
that’s us if you smell smoke
cookies the antidote
puffing that rope-a-dope
my partner’s they kinfolk
they rap and they sell c-ke
bust ya head like a cantaloupe
in the summer a peacoat
my iphone is jailbroke
leaning like the tower of pisa
promethazina
sweatin’ like we under a heater
it’s hot in here
all them suckers that’s talking crazy
they not in here
never tell my right ear what my left ear hear

[hook]

[verse 2: danny brown]
i’m up before the sun up, the work it be uncut
i break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up
shooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut
talk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons touched
i’m up in the chevy, we bangin bl-w j-b betty
i just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you’re ready
turkey bag of the loud, we ain’t f-ckin with reggie
trump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the [jevy?]
so c’mon! about to hit another lick
‘bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip
girl, i got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip
cause they got the qualitest and i got the actavis
so im rollin’ (rollin’), thizzin’ off that molly
stuntin’ (stuntin’), no hands on the ducati
my big homie e-40 put me on the carlos rossi
i stay younger than the muscle
got the gang from charlie hustle

[hook]

[verse 3: schoolboy q]
pockets will advance, clear the room
if the b-tch ain’t with the sh-t, then your boy don’t approve
see, hennessy, bacardi turns the party
backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy
n-gg-s mean muggin’, well leap then froggy
though i see why you mad, her -ss applauding
that’s your b-tch, she flip like dolphins
we gon’ work out and bounce the bed springs
no credit cards, just debit and large cash
and a real big bag, smell like a forest
i used to sell weight ’til gastric byp-ss
p-ss with a mac that smack your car gl-ss
addicted to ballin’, no timbs, ate wheaties
learn from doo dog, he taught big gritty
king east bay, e-40, boss leany
money all there, your money houdini

- e 40 lyrics

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