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casey veggies - all that lyrics

i pop up on your block
pull up on your street
girl, first i got your number
then i got under them sheets
then i hopped on top of these beats
i ain’t been home in weeks
yeah, i know you’re tryna eat
but n-gg-, i’m tryna feast
so i gotta go

we got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that
she gonna go, she don’t think, she do all that
wasn’t feeling, lil’ mama had to fall back
you hit my phone and talk no dope, i don’t call back

write these verses so player
but read verses in isaiah
baby ain’t even gotta state it
she know that i’m a smooth operator
baby talk too much and i don’t like that
gotta lead ’em all night, book my flight, yeah
sometimes no matter what you do, they forget about all that
but i know they gonna remember me ’cause a boy all that
i’m balling, she want it
i get it, i get it, i’m plugging
got friends that spend millions

we got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that
she gonna go, she don’t think, she do all that
they don’t think you from the streets but i’m ’bout all that
i came up from the bottom, i do all that
we got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that
she gonna go, she don’t think, she do all that
they don’t know you from the streets but i’m ’bout all that
i came up from the bottom, i do all that

all of these b-tches be jockin’, all of these n-gg-s keep hating
i get jacksons, grants, and franklins so we call that changing faces
stunting off in the bugatti, drive so fast you think i’m racing
my n-gg-, this weed so strong, i’m gone, you might think i laced it
balling, b-tch, i thought you knew
if you n-gg-s had my paper you’d be balling, too
teach a n-gg- how to stunt, i should start a school
all i do is press a b-tton just to start the coupe
swimming in so many women i lost count
once they give me that p-ssy, homie, i dolled ’em out
if you ain’t talking ’bout money then what you talking about
if they say money talks then my dollars shout
popsicles on my chain, ice cubes on my wrist
snow cones on my fingers, your b-tch on my d-ck
street n-gg- still have a mill up in my shoe box
old school, still keep a stash in my tube socks
kush all up in my rolling papers
got me coughing like a cancer patient
counting cash like a calculator
og still getting dome like activator, all that

i f-ck b-tches, i get money, i do all that
n-gg-s want me to impress ’em, they can fall back
i be tripping if i told you i was all rap
i got stocks, i got blocks, n-gg-, hold that
wal-mart prices on the roll back
cheap sh-t, n-gg-, we don’t know that
expensive, designer
we spending, we spending
i’m balling, got friends that’s egyptian
and i’m out for that payback
got a couple n-gg-s that stay strapped
new school had a n-gg- tripping
but my old b-tch helped me get my soul back
i started off in a sonata
then went and got me a range
then i went and got me a beamer
now i feel my homies do the same
n-gg-, we don’t care about change
i can shine in a white t
which is probably why your b-tch like me
low key, she wanna be my wifey
i’m thinking that she might be
shorty says you’re never sure
she wanna get high, i insert with a quarter
we playing games, you out of order
thirsty n-gg- need water
you know you can’t afford her

she got blunts, i got papers, we got all that
we gonna smoke, we gonna f-ck, we did all that
homies tripping and we tripping, we with all that
pint of act, double cups, we got all that
lil’ bro fought his case, just gave him all this
baby ‘ in there, too, he got all day
time goes by, puffing on shake
just to keep him high watch the time waste
la n-gg-s in atlanta strip club
smoking good, eating good, i just fell in love
lil’ b-tch told the homie she don’t want s-x
we already f-cked you, ain’t gotta flex

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