Decadez - All My n***az lyrics

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Decadez - All My n***az lyrics

[Hook: Decadez] (x2) All my n***as really want the money We don't want nothing else n***a I promise All my n***as really want the money All my n***as really want the money [Verse 1: E40] All we want is the money, the mozzarella, Galbani I got more guns than the army, can't let no b**h n***a harm me I got that purple like Barney, I got two b**hes that's horny They say they n***as is corny, they never there and they lonely They bought a bottle of 'trony and now they ready to blow me If you know me you owe me, that's what I told her for sho' I'm a mac just like Goldie, me and my cronies and brodies Rollies and stogies, stay with the fifties and forties That's us if you smell smoke, cookies the antidote Puffing that rope-a-dope, my partner's they kinfolk They rap and they sell coke, bust ya head like a cantaloupe In the summer, a peacoat, my iPhone is jailbroke Leaning like the Tower of Pisa, promethazina Sweatin' like we under a heater, it's hot in here All them s**ers that's talking crazy, they not in here Never tell my right ear what my left ear hear [Hook] [Verse 2: Danny Brown] I'm up before the sun up, the work it be uncut I break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up Shooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut Talk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons touched I'm up in the chevy, we bangin blow job Betty I just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready Turkey bags of that loud, we ain't f**in with reggie Trump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the [jevy?] Say I'm on! 'Bout to hit another Lick ‘Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip Gerber bottles of that lean, tax on every sip Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi Just a youngin and a muscle Got the game from Charlie Hustle [Hook] [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] Pockets will advance, clear tHe room If tHe b*tch ain't witH tHe sh*t, tHen your boy don't approve See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns tHe party Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy n***as mean muggin', well leap tHen froggy THough I see why you mad, Her a** applauding THat's your b*tch, she flip like dolpHins We gon' work out and bounce tHe bed springs No credit cards, just debit and large casH And a real big bag, smell like a forest I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypa** Pa** with a Mac tHat smack your car gla** Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate WHeaties Learn from Doo Dog, He taugHt big gritty King East Bay, E-40, boss leany Money all tHere, your money Houdini