paroles de chanson On Everything - Yo Gotti
Intro:
A
homie
See
im
a
real
nigga
I
put
that
on
everythang
I
do,
I
does,
I
am
nigga,
haaa
Verse
1:
My
watch
right
and
my
chain
swang
Big
strap
with
my
aim
game
Baby
momma
my
main
bitch
Fuck
with
me
we
in
the
same
check
Lambo
im
in
both
lanes
Club
packed
im
wearin
both
chainz
2 chainz,
I
salute,
we
call
the
booth
no
hoe
man
Dope
talk
thats
cold
man
T-shirt
thats
a
whole
thang
36,
white
shit,
niggaz
already
know
man
Its
fuck
you,
its
fuck
me,
damn
right
she
a
hoe
man
Left
you,
move
me,
that
shit
dont
go
man
Aston
Martin,
off
set,
that
bitch
look
boo
leg
Street
talk,
get
money,
hustle
hard
ima
pro
at
it
Fuck
chestaz,
I
po
at
it
Rozay,
I
mo
at
it
Im
in
the
club,
goin
hard,
now
I
got
my
hoes
at
it
Cat
fight,
bright
lights,
AP,
30
grand
40
all
from
the
levis
but
the
chain
peace
thats
100
band
Got
100
men
with
100
guns
and
all
white
look
like
the
kool
klutz
klan
1000
problems
and
100
hoes,
get
off
the
road
thats
100
shows
Chorus:
Im
golded
up
on
everythang
Goin
hard
on
every
lane
Im
a
fool
my
bread
game
She
a
fool
her
head
came
Hey,
thats
on
everythang
Hey
hey,
thats
on
everythang
Everythang,
everythang,
on
everythang,
thats
on
everythang
Golded
up
on
everythang
Goin
hard
on
every
lane
Im
a
fool
my
bread
game
She
a
fool
her
head
came
Hey,
thats
on
everythang
Hey
hey,
thats
on
everythang
Swear
to
god
on
everythang
Play
with
me
you
a
dead
man
Verse
2:
My
glock
cocked
and
my
beam
on
Money
up
and
my
team
strong
Eat,
sleep,
and
shit
money
Racks
on
racks
my
ringtone
Bang
Bang
my
theme
song
Millionaire
my
dream
song
God
sent
me
an
angel,
so
now
i
can
put
my
team
on
Had
a
loss,
at
the
bank,
shake
yo
hands
and
make
a
deposit
True
religion,
rock
jeans,
Gucci
throw
in
my
whole
closet
These
niggaz
leave
with
my
city
star
Gotti
real
but
these
niggaz
flaw
Murder
murder
with
my
yung
niggaz
Stay
the
fuck
out
our
apartments
We
run
that
bitch
like
the
fuckin
carter
Lil
mo
grams
but
a
lil
mo
smarter
Runnin
to
the
side
cuz
we
gon
make
them
bombs
and
We
gon
go
to
court
and
we
gon
beat
them
charges
66
hey
nigga
how
you
mobbin
Always
broke
nigga
how
you
robbin
Target
practice
where
you
bithces
headed
All
you
doing
is
bullet
dodging
Got
a
bullet
charge
its
all
great
With
them
chrome
rims
and
them
pipes
barking
Black
tent
with
that
black
40
When
the
windows
down
you
see
numbers
barkin
Pow,
niggaz
bodies
droppin
Niggaz
made
a
client
partner
switch
a
side
And
im
just
in
Miami
on
the
beach,
ridin
down
ocean
drive
Chorus:
Im
golded
up
on
everythang
Goin
hard
on
every
lane
Ima
fool
my
bread
game
She
a
fool
her
head
came
Hey,
thats
on
everythang
Hey
hey,
thats
on
everythang
Everythang,
everythang,
on
everythang,
thats
on
everythang
Golged
up
on
everythang
Goin
hard
on
every
lane
Ima
foo
lmy
bread
game
She
a
fool
her
head
came
Hey,
thats
on
everythang
Hey
hey,
thats
pn
everythnag
Swear
to
god
on
everythang
Play
with
me
you
a
dead
man
1 Off da Top of da Head, Pt. 2
2 Messed Up (Momma)
3 100
4 Fire That Bitch
5 Ion Like Them
6 Jackin 4 Beatz
7 Grizzly
8 Redwhiteblue
9 Gotti Speaks
10 What It Iz Homie
11 Four
12 Pussy Ass Rappers
13 Ashamed
14 Shitted on Em
15 Gotti Shout Outs
16 On Everything
17 Get Off My Line
18 Cocaine 6
19 Intro - Spazz Out
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