All Gold Everything lyrics

by

Slim Thug


For the hoes, my n*gga, that pus*y poppin, that magic city
Got the strong my n*gga, then come match that sh*t with me
Smoking mid my n*gga, then don't pass that sh*t to me
This one for my n*ggas, and b*tches bout that money

[Verse 1 (SLIM THUG):]
Gold all in my rang, gold all in my chain
Bad b*tches give me they brains
All my hoes so insane
I stay smokin on them planes
Coastin on them swings
Poking up them lames, I'm so fly I need me some wings
I got the baddest b*tches in texas
Brightest diamonds in my necklace
We smoke the best, you smokin' stress
I eat Pappadeaux for breakfast
Every line watching them Texans
We super thrown, I'm thinking Super Bowl
sh*t I'm tryina pick which coup to road
The Camaro cold but the Rarri hoe
1 50 on 45, 1 80 on the billway
In the boondocks ridin in my drop
Out where that boy Paul Wall stay
I'm the club king on the club scene
50 knocks fetish a dream
I'm pulling out every week something clean
Leaving with a b*tch that you see in your dreams

[Hook:]
For the hoes, my n*gga, that pus*y poppin, that magic city
Got the strong my n*gga, then come match that sh*t with me
Smoking mid my n*gga, then don't pass that sh*t to me
This one for my n*ggas, and b*tches bout that money

[Verse 2 (PAUL WALL):]
All gold everywhere
Got a few different chains, I keep a spare
New jewels every week I don't play fair
A new slab once a year like a state fair
Talking down catch your fade like short hair
Perforated leather on my chair
It's chick season, quality test is treason
You square as a cube I'm so clear
I'm real, drank sipper
Drop a 4 in the 20 that's a Kobe Bryant
I'm a Texan wide wheel tipper
I put the 'Lac on the streets and you haters got quiet
I'm watching The Rockets play the Clippers
From Texas to Cali like Nolan Ryan
O only drive wearin' slippers
I got a meek girl showing nipples
All I do is pull broads like wisdom teeth without tryin
All I do is cover up my neck and wrist with diamonds
I don't f*ck with no boppers so don't tell me who shining
And I don't f*ck with no haters, so don't knock a man for grinding

[Hook:]
For the hoes, my n*gga, that pus*y poppin, that magic city
Got the strong my n*gga, then come match that sh*t with me
Smoking mid my n*gga, then don't pass that sh*t to me
This one for my n*ggas, and b*tches bout that money

[Verse 3 (D-BOSS):]
This one here's for them hustlers
Who don't really, really, really want for nothing
Who keep a bad b*tch and keep a couple cars
And with a side hoe know we just f*cking
She smoked my blunt then we sexin
She smoked my blunt and we sexin
What started out with us texting
Lead to me getting head at the intersection
D boss I be him, a street cat I represent that
Hit my plug on my travel line
They told me I already sent the pack
Working and it's gone, check out my watch, it cost bout a hund
And I ain't finna break nothing down
But I bet that I stay in my zone
All I know is go get it
She called and told me come get it
I told the b*tch that I was on my grind
But later on I'm a get in her kitty
This one here direct
Strip a flow, show naked
Represent for that Houston Texas
Check the watch, no necklace

[Hook:]
For the hoes, my n*gga, that pus*y poppin, that magic city
Got the strong my n*gga, then come match that sh*t with me
Smoking mid my n*gga, then don't pass that sh*t to me
This one for my n*ggas, and b*tches bout that money

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