Propain

Propain - All Day lyrics

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I woke up this this day high

Drill niggers and they bagging paper like ha

From the gold to purple and it’s not the light

It’s like what?

Play your shit, now you’re drunk you’re popping

Imma pick the role with that college doctor

From the time the hustle life whole without it

If you talk compulsive, I’m the horse you saddle

She’s so...and he grab the pear

You niggers make believe you niggers can’t compete

You niggers pay your fees

I’m on to she, what is the major league?

Born to lure without change the wind nigger

I have 3 almighty to the...bitch nigger

But Imma bob the paper I don’t play for 6

You want the head, I’m like the faster head

I bitch leave them real, I resurrect the pain

And now them haters talk shit but their game is none

I ain’t talking real never played the one

Start with a little try to maintain the course

Now a six figure nigger

Wish they would try to step in my shoes

If Imma do more money, hoe you got me confused

With some other guy

Bitch that ain’t me

Bitch you can get this day but conversation ain’t free

Imma hustle for that paper, bitch we bought that all day

Got that time we hit the spot

We show it up

Nigger know we ride and get it in the town

I pull up in a ...business and I pull up in a two seated

Started my career with a nigger named ...now I

New end up around here

We got something to say around here

Another beefer , nigger propane only got Joes around here

I win head nasty, I get you,

Another hundred thousand that’s where I’m going today

Cameras flashing, they coming for me and my people

But you and your hoe aren’t’ welcome around here

And I go hard when I’m in there, I take one of my niggers

If you really think one of these other member stay...

Rappers booking shows now

Caused they ain’t get no more shows money

I appreciate that deposit check

You know you ain’t getting that back from me

Another club got another club...

If it’s beef my nigger just come to my city

That’s the shit and just ask for it

I’m a gangsta, when you come to Huston

If you ain’t a gangsta better fall back

So I stay on post better feel in

So now all my people that’s independent

Roll come home fill them into me

Wish they would try to step in my shoes

If Imma do more money, hoe you got me confused

With some other guy

Bitch that ain’t me

Bitch you can get this day but conversation ain’t free

Imma hustle for that paper, bitch we bought that all day

Got that time we hit the spot

We show it up

Nigger know we ride and get it in the town

Yeah man, you know I can recall vividly man

Standing on that corner man you know...

Hand full of rocks man...

I’m talking about 30-40 slap

And here you are

50-60 dollars with the rocks in your hands

Seemed so far away man

Seemed like we’d never make it

Yeah I remember all those girls man

Standing in the front of the high school

We going at it asking for they phone numbers

And all this was based on slaying man

And that’s where slayer means something

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