paroles de chanson Every Thing's Every Thing - KK the Artist
Coulda
had
it
all,
but
I
ain't
listen
Coulda
had
Dior,
but
I
hate
Christians
What's
the
point
of
anything
anyway
If
you
can
get
it
and
lose
it
all
the
same
day
This
the
shit
they
don't
talk
about
This
what
made
Unk
go
and
walk
it
out
Too
much
stress
at
a
young
age
Them
boys
totin
techs
without
a
gun
range
Shit,
I
don't
judge
I
know
we
all
lose
without
love
From
a
mother
or
a
sister
Or
a
brother
or
a
mister
Family
ties
Niggas
just
getting
raised
by
some
Family
Guys
On
they
mob
shit
Niggas
right
under
ya
nose,
check
ya
top
lip
Niggas
is
sheisty
Turn
snitch
just
to
fuck
ya
wifey
Give
you
lemons,
then
sip
ya
iced
tea
Shit
is
so
tragic
I
can't
stand
it
This
life
I
live,
it
ain't
romantic
Fuck
the
romance
Don't
listen
to
slow
jams
Don't
want
no
chance
Gimme
the
pole
dance
She
gon
do
it,
cause
I'm
that
guy
Mighta
blew
it,
cause
she
not
fly
Still
make
it
rain
or
whatever
Hit
no
Jimmy,
like
weekday
weavah
Remain
sane
to
maintain
Whether
it's
big
pain
or
big
fame
Errythang
is
errythang
KK,
not
again
Yea
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