ALL I WANT/80’s PARENTS
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📜 Lyrics
Ah yeah
Uh, okay
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, she jackin' all the raps, I'm all of that
Say my name in vain and catch a heart attack, I'm automatic
Headed for the stars like a Starter cap, insomniac
If they ends tight, won't get a quarter back, don't call me back
Marcus Garvey rap, these are all the facts
I was like six when granddaddy let me palm the gat
From the dirty, so these bitches dig me like an artifact
Don't care what you call it, just don't call it wack, you all get whacked
Nicest with the words, ho, never read an almanac
Paranoid, they don't know the car, thеy like, "Who car is that?" Revolver splat
Boy, thеse streets dark sugar, coffee black, who talkin' back?
Bitch boy, you're talkin' to the architect
Carolina raised, but got Georgia tags
Let the money talk, we don't argue back, we all intact
Bitches line you up like corduroys and khakis, target practice
I just walked past like Jeff Hornacek, was born the best
Bitch, you all up on my neck, I'm countin', ho, hold on a sec
All this talk of you the G.O.A.T., nigga, that's a Space Jam Jordan stretch
I own this shit, any problems, bring it to your home address
Flow water wet, I want a check
Young Gordon Gekko, don't know who you're goin' against
Nigga, I ain't just on the ship, it's ownership
Pitbull, informant lips
They've been tryna clone my shit, but two of me just don't exist
Every line is cobra spit
Drunk minds speak with sober lips, boy, it's over with
It ain't shit I won't forget
I make it hand over fist, number eight Kobe shit
You niggas sound like hopelessness, act like you know me then
Ride like it's a stolen Benz, nigga, ain't no loyalty
They tellin' on they codefendant, you ain't think I noticed, did you?
Pure-hearted, no agenda, promise it ain't no contenders
Nigga, I just want the chicken, fuck around and hit your gizzard
You brought all them niggas with you, ain't no issue, we remixin'
Pro, pro, pro, pro (fuck them niggas)
Pussy, power, and paper, yeah, that's all
Nigga got him a pistol, now he raw
Paintings of lost niggas on the wall
Pussy, power, and paper's all I want
Pussy, power, and paper, yeah, that's all
Nigga got him a pistol, now he raw
Paintings of lost niggas on the wall
Pussy, power, and paper's all I want
Break it up, roll it up, light it up, I'm just gettin' high (ah-ah-ah-ah, uh yeah)
Break it up, roll it up, light it up, I'm just gettin' high
(Ayy, my nigga, you know where we from)
And I put that on my projects (yeah)
Gotta ride with the stick, no options (yeah)
'Cause the jackboys out here robbin' (yeah)
Ain't no ho in me, I'm sorry (yeah)
From the side where the bodies keep pilin' up
Why they don't want me to prosper?
I said why they don't want me to prosper?
Gotta get back home, I'm cautious, yeah, yeah
You don't know what you've done to me
You don't know what you've done to me (me)
(You don't know what you've done)
Uh, okay
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, she jackin' all the raps, I'm all of that
Say my name in vain and catch a heart attack, I'm automatic
Headed for the stars like a Starter cap, insomniac
If they ends tight, won't get a quarter back, don't call me back
Marcus Garvey rap, these are all the facts
I was like six when granddaddy let me palm the gat
From the dirty, so these bitches dig me like an artifact
Don't care what you call it, just don't call it wack, you all get whacked
Nicest with the words, ho, never read an almanac
Paranoid, they don't know the car, thеy like, "Who car is that?" Revolver splat
Boy, thеse streets dark sugar, coffee black, who talkin' back?
Bitch boy, you're talkin' to the architect
Carolina raised, but got Georgia tags
Let the money talk, we don't argue back, we all intact
Bitches line you up like corduroys and khakis, target practice
I just walked past like Jeff Hornacek, was born the best
Bitch, you all up on my neck, I'm countin', ho, hold on a sec
All this talk of you the G.O.A.T., nigga, that's a Space Jam Jordan stretch
I own this shit, any problems, bring it to your home address
Flow water wet, I want a check
Young Gordon Gekko, don't know who you're goin' against
Nigga, I ain't just on the ship, it's ownership
Pitbull, informant lips
They've been tryna clone my shit, but two of me just don't exist
Every line is cobra spit
Drunk minds speak with sober lips, boy, it's over with
It ain't shit I won't forget
I make it hand over fist, number eight Kobe shit
You niggas sound like hopelessness, act like you know me then
Ride like it's a stolen Benz, nigga, ain't no loyalty
They tellin' on they codefendant, you ain't think I noticed, did you?
Pure-hearted, no agenda, promise it ain't no contenders
Nigga, I just want the chicken, fuck around and hit your gizzard
You brought all them niggas with you, ain't no issue, we remixin'
Pro, pro, pro, pro (fuck them niggas)
Pussy, power, and paper, yeah, that's all
Nigga got him a pistol, now he raw
Paintings of lost niggas on the wall
Pussy, power, and paper's all I want
Pussy, power, and paper, yeah, that's all
Nigga got him a pistol, now he raw
Paintings of lost niggas on the wall
Pussy, power, and paper's all I want
Break it up, roll it up, light it up, I'm just gettin' high (ah-ah-ah-ah, uh yeah)
Break it up, roll it up, light it up, I'm just gettin' high
(Ayy, my nigga, you know where we from)
And I put that on my projects (yeah)
Gotta ride with the stick, no options (yeah)
'Cause the jackboys out here robbin' (yeah)
Ain't no ho in me, I'm sorry (yeah)
From the side where the bodies keep pilin' up
Why they don't want me to prosper?
I said why they don't want me to prosper?
Gotta get back home, I'm cautious, yeah, yeah
You don't know what you've done to me
You don't know what you've done to me (me)
(You don't know what you've done)
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.60] Ah yeah
[00:11.07] Uh, okay
[00:12.36] Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, she jackin' all the raps, I'm all of that
[00:16.02] Say my name in vain and catch a heart attack, I'm automatic
[00:19.40] Headed for the stars like a Starter cap, insomniac
[00:22.46] If they ends tight, won't get a quarter back, don't call me back
[00:25.32] Marcus Garvey rap, these are all the facts
[00:27.67] I was like six when granddaddy let me palm the gat
[00:30.71] From the dirty, so these bitches dig me like an artifact
[00:33.97] Don't care what you call it, just don't call it wack, you all get whacked
[00:36.99] Nicest with the words, ho, never read an almanac
[00:39.99] Paranoid, they don't know the car, thеy like, "Who car is that?" Revolver splat
[00:43.88] Boy, thеse streets dark sugar, coffee black, who talkin' back?
[00:47.00] Bitch boy, you're talkin' to the architect
[00:49.34] Carolina raised, but got Georgia tags
[00:51.62] Let the money talk, we don't argue back, we all intact
[00:54.62] Bitches line you up like corduroys and khakis, target practice
[00:58.08] I just walked past like Jeff Hornacek, was born the best
[01:00.80] Bitch, you all up on my neck, I'm countin', ho, hold on a sec
[01:03.96] All this talk of you the G.O.A.T., nigga, that's a Space Jam Jordan stretch
[01:07.66] I own this shit, any problems, bring it to your home address
[01:10.85] Flow water wet, I want a check
[01:12.56] Young Gordon Gekko, don't know who you're goin' against
[01:15.38] Nigga, I ain't just on the ship, it's ownership
[01:17.63] Pitbull, informant lips
[01:19.32] They've been tryna clone my shit, but two of me just don't exist
[01:22.44] Every line is cobra spit
[01:23.89] Drunk minds speak with sober lips, boy, it's over with
[01:26.63] It ain't shit I won't forget
[01:28.41] I make it hand over fist, number eight Kobe shit
[01:31.53] You niggas sound like hopelessness, act like you know me then
[01:34.43] Ride like it's a stolen Benz, nigga, ain't no loyalty
[01:37.59] They tellin' on they codefendant, you ain't think I noticed, did you?
[01:40.77] Pure-hearted, no agenda, promise it ain't no contenders
[01:43.85] Nigga, I just want the chicken, fuck around and hit your gizzard
[01:46.99] You brought all them niggas with you, ain't no issue, we remixin'
[01:49.94] Pro, pro, pro, pro (fuck them niggas)
[01:51.97] Pussy, power, and paper, yeah, that's all
[01:54.97] Nigga got him a pistol, now he raw
[01:57.86] Paintings of lost niggas on the wall
[02:00.93] Pussy, power, and paper's all I want
[02:04.06] Pussy, power, and paper, yeah, that's all
[02:07.04] Nigga got him a pistol, now he raw
[02:10.20] Paintings of lost niggas on the wall
[02:13.67] Pussy, power, and paper's all I want
[02:18.09]
[02:40.98] Break it up, roll it up, light it up, I'm just gettin' high (ah-ah-ah-ah, uh yeah)
[02:48.41] Break it up, roll it up, light it up, I'm just gettin' high
[02:53.59] (Ayy, my nigga, you know where we from)
[02:55.35] And I put that on my projects (yeah)
[02:57.52] Gotta ride with the stick, no options (yeah)
[02:59.34] 'Cause the jackboys out here robbin' (yeah)
[03:01.31] Ain't no ho in me, I'm sorry (yeah)
[03:03.17] From the side where the bodies keep pilin' up
[03:05.30] Why they don't want me to prosper?
[03:06.79] I said why they don't want me to prosper?
[03:08.89] Gotta get back home, I'm cautious, yeah, yeah
[03:11.52] You don't know what you've done to me
[03:15.13] You don't know what you've done to me (me)
[03:23.68] (You don't know what you've done)
[03:28.05]
[00:11.07] Uh, okay
[00:12.36] Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, she jackin' all the raps, I'm all of that
[00:16.02] Say my name in vain and catch a heart attack, I'm automatic
[00:19.40] Headed for the stars like a Starter cap, insomniac
[00:22.46] If they ends tight, won't get a quarter back, don't call me back
[00:25.32] Marcus Garvey rap, these are all the facts
[00:27.67] I was like six when granddaddy let me palm the gat
[00:30.71] From the dirty, so these bitches dig me like an artifact
[00:33.97] Don't care what you call it, just don't call it wack, you all get whacked
[00:36.99] Nicest with the words, ho, never read an almanac
[00:39.99] Paranoid, they don't know the car, thеy like, "Who car is that?" Revolver splat
[00:43.88] Boy, thеse streets dark sugar, coffee black, who talkin' back?
[00:47.00] Bitch boy, you're talkin' to the architect
[00:49.34] Carolina raised, but got Georgia tags
[00:51.62] Let the money talk, we don't argue back, we all intact
[00:54.62] Bitches line you up like corduroys and khakis, target practice
[00:58.08] I just walked past like Jeff Hornacek, was born the best
[01:00.80] Bitch, you all up on my neck, I'm countin', ho, hold on a sec
[01:03.96] All this talk of you the G.O.A.T., nigga, that's a Space Jam Jordan stretch
[01:07.66] I own this shit, any problems, bring it to your home address
[01:10.85] Flow water wet, I want a check
[01:12.56] Young Gordon Gekko, don't know who you're goin' against
[01:15.38] Nigga, I ain't just on the ship, it's ownership
[01:17.63] Pitbull, informant lips
[01:19.32] They've been tryna clone my shit, but two of me just don't exist
[01:22.44] Every line is cobra spit
[01:23.89] Drunk minds speak with sober lips, boy, it's over with
[01:26.63] It ain't shit I won't forget
[01:28.41] I make it hand over fist, number eight Kobe shit
[01:31.53] You niggas sound like hopelessness, act like you know me then
[01:34.43] Ride like it's a stolen Benz, nigga, ain't no loyalty
[01:37.59] They tellin' on they codefendant, you ain't think I noticed, did you?
[01:40.77] Pure-hearted, no agenda, promise it ain't no contenders
[01:43.85] Nigga, I just want the chicken, fuck around and hit your gizzard
[01:46.99] You brought all them niggas with you, ain't no issue, we remixin'
[01:49.94] Pro, pro, pro, pro (fuck them niggas)
[01:51.97] Pussy, power, and paper, yeah, that's all
[01:54.97] Nigga got him a pistol, now he raw
[01:57.86] Paintings of lost niggas on the wall
[02:00.93] Pussy, power, and paper's all I want
[02:04.06] Pussy, power, and paper, yeah, that's all
[02:07.04] Nigga got him a pistol, now he raw
[02:10.20] Paintings of lost niggas on the wall
[02:13.67] Pussy, power, and paper's all I want
[02:18.09]
[02:40.98] Break it up, roll it up, light it up, I'm just gettin' high (ah-ah-ah-ah, uh yeah)
[02:48.41] Break it up, roll it up, light it up, I'm just gettin' high
[02:53.59] (Ayy, my nigga, you know where we from)
[02:55.35] And I put that on my projects (yeah)
[02:57.52] Gotta ride with the stick, no options (yeah)
[02:59.34] 'Cause the jackboys out here robbin' (yeah)
[03:01.31] Ain't no ho in me, I'm sorry (yeah)
[03:03.17] From the side where the bodies keep pilin' up
[03:05.30] Why they don't want me to prosper?
[03:06.79] I said why they don't want me to prosper?
[03:08.89] Gotta get back home, I'm cautious, yeah, yeah
[03:11.52] You don't know what you've done to me
[03:15.13] You don't know what you've done to me (me)
[03:23.68] (You don't know what you've done)
[03:28.05]