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styles p – all i got lyrics

(intro)
yo i got…
yo i got guns from italy, smoke trees considerably
yo i got slugs for snitches, no love for b-tches
yo i got guns from italy, smoke trees considerably
yo i got slugs for snitches, no love for b-tches

(verse)
i got a couple of n-gg-s that’ll drop yo body
ridin in ferraris and maseratis
sweets in dubai and abu dabi
catch em at the juice bar guzzling baji
they can chef it up like admiral agazi
a game when daddy can’t play them posse
martini and rossi, asti spumante
you doin the science, i’m a giant just like andre
talk about washin the money like it was laundry
probably smoking a blunt, sippin upon a don p
not all these whack rappers is beyond me
and the fact they think they nice – that alarms me
but like alchemist i smoke calmly
the army couldn’t harm me
kill yourself before you ever think to bomb me
yea boss of the boss, n-gg- don p

(hook)
yo i got guns from italy, smoke trees considerably
i got upmost respect everywhere i go
yo i got slugs for snitches, no love for b-tches
i got love from my fans when they hear my flow, yo!
yo i got guns from italy, smoke trees considerably
i get saluted by the people when i’m on my block
yo i got slugs for snitches, no love for b-tches
i ain’t got it all but i’m good with all i got

(verse)
i got some wild albanians that come through the block
get some slippers and a jumpsuit and lift off yo top
all maple on the shifter
armagnac up in the snifter
catch me in the 5 with the 6’er
leather vest with the patches all embroided
i tuck jackie with the soy milk
mad ginger before i rap, bunch of joints like a pack rack
you warm p-ssy and it’s time to take a cat nap
smoke the catnip, fiends rip the plastic
hookers getting played, no g ways playin domestic
took your business in the bath house
hilfiger has rock and stack house
the crib look like shaq house
uh, sharp foot like a john bones jones kid
time a hook chop, red bone in
grab yo b-tch, lay nuts on the whole chin
only thing for me to do is go in

(verse)
i got a couple of n-gg-s that’ll smoke yo boots
ridin on a train, know they flew in the hoop
probably in the projects or most of the stoops
you can see em in the juice bar pulp in the juice
motherf-ckers will shoot like they playin for doop
deuces wild get the bricks, throw em off of the roof
crack pack and yo sneakers are boots
with a gun on yo waist
keep it movin when police in pursuit
i’m out here in the jeep ball coupe
about that life
if you ain’t, i ain’t speakin to you
about that mic, sp a beast in the booth
like i’m indian, i’m the f-ckin chief in the booth
know the difference between a sheep and a wolf
trade deuce dues dues
you don’t wanna talk sh-t to a bull
get yo higher than the first blunt, head in the pool
if your automatics are semi, get a full wuddup?

- styles p lyrics

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