Killer Mike - All Gold Everything lyrics

rate me

Hey, Adam's here a game spitter

That's right!

West Side, broke hoe, push her appetite, blind nigga

Do it for the money and the fame, nigga

Just know the devil one and the same, nigga!

Work the... bruise game, nigga

You ain't for me and then you're probably a lame nigga

And your ears, what your ears, no shame, nigga

Got away, game ... change nigga

You ain't got it and you better win the chain, nigga

And we want it, all gone, everything, nigga!

I'm from West Side Atlanta when niggas handle their...

But I bust a nigga's watermelon, but the cribs is bananas!

You blame my city is too...

You baby niggas is cute

You think you go through ..and the niggas want you

The nigga with me...

The nigga shooting and looping

I know you hurt, so I am indifferent

But bitch, this your...

And this is snow in the block

Disagreeing or what?

..if I like your bitch,

I might take your, girl

..I catch me a lame

I laid a motherfucker 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 fucking body was down!

I should go to velvet room and brought me an athlete

I'll make a rapper one like a God damn track me!

Now ... the bitch you may not

You fuck me with some really...

Now... the bitch you may not

You're fucking 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 fuck it, and you fuck it with us

And you're fucking with us, you're fucking hard, fuck up!

Yeah, one time for my nigga

No time for these bitch!

High beats got the Fred new balance,

But they keep niggas dressing like sissies, like sissies!

Bitch off her man

Leave that convert Polo two!

I don't give a fuck about no Loubotin shoe,

But I got twenty thousands on me, on me!

Red bottom say bitch, I don't even know what that is

But my other pocket I can buy... work for bitch bitch yeah

Slum nigga appeal, yeah

..who ain't real, yeah

Run downtown with a pocket full of money

And a nigga 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 fucker...

Yeah, snowing in the block, yeah!

Snowing in the block, yeah

Snowing in the block, yeah

Have I laid down any pussy rapping,

Trying to play around he talk, damn right

Snowing in the block, yeah

Snowing in the block, yeah

West side niggas come through this mother fucking show

The whole damn city wants to fuck, 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 pussy know what's up!