paroles de chanson Everything - Flipmode Squad
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Everything,
everything,
everything,
everything,
everything
Everything,
everything,
everything,
everything,
everything
Everything,
everything,
Flipmode
Squad
is
everything,
everything
Everything
I
handle
weed
steamers,
niggas
who
push
bench
to
beamers
Trigga
finga
happy
niggas
street
corner
heaters
Try
to
get
a
rap
game
crack
game
whatever
I
gotta
make
it
even
if
I
gotta
take
it
forcefully
Life
is
a
bitch
yo
I
love
her
but
she's
costing
me
Fly
nigga
head
who
thought
about
double
crossing
me
Spliff
Star,
the
dutch
hits,
one
of
the
hungriest
Backed
by
Donald
Johns
and
that's
where
my
money
is
I
told
y'all
six
weeks
rich
don't
forget
Another
smash
hit
from
my
squad
don't
forget
It's
Rampage
yo
y'all
really
want
doubts
I'm
the
one
that
flipped
your
broad
and
make
her
freak
out
And
call
her
girlfriend
then
eat
her
ass
out
I'm
the
black
Caesar
people
been
talking
about
Imperial,
I
got
the
platinum
material
I
got
time
to
verbalize
the
crew
that
eat
your
cereal
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
want
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
need
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
aint
got
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
hot
shit
to
blow
the
spot
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
want
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
need
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
aint
got
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
hot
shit
to
blow
the
spot
Imperial
chick
represent
broads
yonder
Sing,
rap,
act
or
be
a
host
like
Ananda
Type
spoken
true
zonin
out
in
the
vocal
booth
How
I
do
that
Found
new
raps
with
tight
blonde
streaks
in
the
middle
Or
die
blue
black
Q
grill
write
the
ill
make
you
raise
your
brow
And
still
be
the
illest
mad
years
from
now
All
the
way
hell
out
Ayyo
the
realness,
start
from
back
in
the
days
In
QB,
when
niggas
had
they
grimy
ways
Up
in
the
street
when
thugs
had
to
hold
they
heat
but
never
me
I
slipped
them
off
they
own
two
feet
If
you
don't
know
I
think
you
besta
keep
your
flow
I'm
the
type
of
cat
that'll
just
split
your
fro
And
leave
a
big
part
you
don't
really
want
it
to
start
Catch
you
on
a
sunny
day
in
front
your
crib
double
park
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
want
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
need
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
aint
got
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
hot
shit
to
blow
the
spot
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
want
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
need
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
aint
got
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
hot
shit
to
blow
the
spot
What
Panic
and
schizophrenic,
sylvy-atlantic
Wrap
up
your
face
in
ceramic,
goddamit
we
controllin
the
planet
Ask
Mary,
the
way
my
shit
vary
the
shit
is
scary
Havin
you
movin
Larry
hopin
my
niggas
hear
me
Timin
the
rhyme,
flossin
canary
diamond
me
and
my
niggas
Forever
shinin
y'all
niggas
been
noble
like
a
TV
show
Simon
and
Simon
Chip
in
a
million
christenin
you
listenin
Now
I
own
the
pot
I'm
pissin
in
I
be
wetter
than
mystic
gellin
off
me
'cause
you
unrealistic
I
eat
y'all
niggas
like
a
box
of
frozen
fishsticks
Shortest
nigga
in
my
clique
to
hit
y'all
with
the
biggest
dick
Oooh
what
y'all
niggas
want
kidnap
em
wit
a
gun
throw
you
in
the
Car
trunk
Sucker
think
he
can
whoop
me
nigga
whole
style
chump
Tightest
new
releases
Pocket
size
increases
Jesus,
Flipmode
blow
the
spot
to
pieces
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
want
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
need
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
everything
that
you
aint
got
We
gon
give
y'all
niggas
hot
shit
to
blow
the
spot
Album
The Imperial
1 To My People
2 Settin' It Off
3 Run for Cover
4 I Got Your Back
5 This Is What Happens
6 Everybody on the Line Outside
7 Last Night
8 Where You Think You Goin'
9 We Got U Opin, Part 2 (feat. Buckshot)
10 Straight Spittin'
11 Money Talks
12 Cha Cha Cha
13 Hit Em Wit Da Heat
14 Do for Self
15 Everything
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