killer mike – all gold everything (freestyle) lyrics
hey, adam’s here a game spitter
that’s right!
west side, broke hoe, push her appet-te, blind n-gg-
do it for the money and the fame, n-gg-
just know the devil one and the same, n-gg-!
work the bruise game, n-gg-
you ain’t for me and then you’re probably a lame n-gg-
and your ears, what your ears, no shame, n-gg-
got away, game change n-gg-
you ain’t got it and you better win the chain, n-gg-
and we want it, all gone, everything, n-gg-!
i’m from west side atlanta when n-gg-s handle their
but i bust a n-gg-‘s watermelon, but the cribs is bananas!
you blame my city is too
you baby n-gg-s is cute
you think you go through ..and the n-gg-s want you
the n-gg- with me
the n-gg- shooting and looping
i know you hurt, so i am indifferent
but b-tch, this your
and this is snow in the block
disagreeing or what?
..if i like your b-tch,
i might take your, girl
..i catch me a lame
i laid a motherf-cker down, all that time
this is out for the break game, catch me a white man
now i got a new hoe, my white hand!
..a heart’s game and get now!
what? no matter f-cking body was down!
i should go to velvet room and brought me an athlete
i’ll make a rapper one like a god d-mn track me!
now the b-tch you may not
you f-ck me with some really
now the b-tch you may not
you’re f-cking with some really
so if you’re smoking and talking and chocking gas with us
we’re sipping in the club and you’re talking with us!
then you and you f-ck it, and you f-ck it with us
and you’re f-cking with us, you’re f-cking hard, f-ck up!
yeah, one time for my n-gg-
no time for these b-tch!
high beats got the fred new balance,
but they keep n-gg-s dressing like sissies, like sissies!
b-tch off her man
leave that convert polo two!
i don’t give a f-ck about no loubotin shoe,
but i got twenty thousands on me, on me!
red bottom say b-tch, i don’t even know what that is
but my other pocket i can buy work for b-tch b-tch yeah
slum n-gg- appeal, yeah
..who ain’t real, yeah
run downtown with a pocket full of money
and a n-gg- ain’t even have a deal, yeah
run through atlanta with a pocket full of money
and the pitty don’t need me to deal!
yeah, snowing in the block, yeah!
snowing in the block, yeah
we’ll call through, i’ll be tourist, mother f-cker
yeah, snowing in the block, yeah!
snowing in the block, yeah
snowing in the block, yeah
have i laid down any p-ssy rapping,
trying to play around he talk, d-mn right
snowing in the block, yeah
snowing in the block, yeah
west side n-gg-s come through this mother f-cking show
the whole d-mn city wants to f-ck, what’s up, what’s up?
snowing in the block, yeah
snowing in the block, yeah
you don’t want own none of the westside street
y’all p-ssy know what’s up!
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