All of Em

Lyrics

[Chorus: Howie Tizzle] Got a car full of women, and all of 'em [?] A garage full of cars, and all of 'em [?] Feel like niggas just be talking [?] how I live [?] nigga that's poppin [?] trip I won't let you stop my grind Cause get that cash my state of mind Feel like niggas just be talking [?] how I live [?] nigga that's poppin [?] trip [Verse 1: Master P] 30 G, that's a motherfucking chicken sandwich Got that tech on me, nigga it is never jamming Fuck these niggas, yeah I got 5 Grammys If I fall [?], back to selling fiends [?] And niggas still hating on me That's OK, cause bad bitches they be waiting on me It's a dirty game, somebody gotta do it My closet like a store, nigga all Luie Pop [?] rest [?] in my fucking house Luie Vuitton couch, nigga I'm on my paper rout Yeah nigga, we on some other shit Foreign cars, 28 ryms [?] [Chorus: Howie Tizzle] Got a car full of women, and all of 'em [?] A garage full of cars, and all of 'em [?] Feel like niggas just be talking [?] how I live [?] nigga that's poppin [?] trip I won't let you stop my grind Cause get that cash my state of mind Feel like niggas just be talking [?] how I live [?] nigga that's poppin [?] trip [Verse 2: Fat Trel] I say niggas just be talking My 40 just be sparking Bullits, bodies dropping My niggas [?] Police [?] Shoot them haters, off 'em 5 bands, no talking We don't do this often Made them bitches caution Money got me nauseous Eating with the bosses [?] offace My new bitch so gorgeous She so [?] Old dope, old cheese, pockets smell awful Rocking off the gonja Plus her brain a scholar [?] a lawyer [?] was a doctor I live like a mobster Her ex an impostor 30 shot my block up Hundred shots my chopper [Chorus: Howie Tizzle] Got a car full of women, and all of 'em [?] A garage full of cars, and all of 'em [?] Feel like niggas just be talking [?] how I live [?] nigga that's poppin [?] trip I won't let you stop my grind Cause get that cash my state of mind Feel like niggas just be talking [?] how I live [?] nigga that's poppin [?] trip [Verse 3: Alley Boy] These niggas just be talking And these hoes still be calling To the wall we be balling Do this shit in my coffin [?] nigga You's a lame [?] nigga Back to back in all black, bankroll large nigga [?] rob nigga We land in your yard nigga [?] live this life, music smoke [?] nigga This how I feel nigga, just talking, [?] these hoes pillo talking Ain't gotta tell niggas I'm balling I'm grinding up while you falling Whole lotta bad hoes be texting Said they missing me, they can't [?] She met a nigga that's real, said she fell in love when she met me On my grind, I gotta shine [?] This how I feel, this how I live, [?] [Chorus: Howie Tizzle] Got a car full of women, and all of 'em [?] A garage full of cars, and all of 'em [?] Feel like niggas just be talking [?] how I live [?] nigga that's poppin [?] trip I won't let you stop my grind Cause get that cash my state of mind Feel like niggas just be talking [?] how I live [?] nigga that's poppin [?] trip