lirik lagu i want it all – shofu
(ginseng
[chorus: matt houston]
(?)
foreign whips, foreign asses (skrrt)
f*cking these b*tches (?) (yuh)
travel we don’t need no map cause (huh)
we just going where the cash is (skrrt)
hating on me (?)
it ain’t two fingers, i give you the piece (woah)
hold you for (?) i need millies at least (woah)
f*cking your b*tch and she screaming like (?)
money, fame, cars
i want it all
your b*tch tryna get involved
money, fame, cars
i want it all
feel like lebron how i ball (swish)
money, fame, cars
i want it all
your b*tch tryna get involved
money, fame, cars
i want it all
feel like lebron how i ball (swish)
[verse: shofu]
you (?) hate, i can’t relate (nah)
put that aside and go straight to the bank (woah)
pull up on (?) with some new 38’s
lobster and shrimps they be all on my plate (god d*mn)
me and tanuki we fresh out the gate (nah)
look at me now b*tch i’m fresh out the (?)
look at my chains b*tch, they fresh out the box (box)
cooking up hot sh*t, it’s right up the pot (pot)
look at that thunderclap
boy you see the old shofu, we coming back (yuh)
you see all of my (?), want none of that
if you talking to me, where the money at? (money)
if you f*cking with me, that’s another snack (yuh)
you can leave with your diaphragm unattached
we gon’ spill all your blood in your bucket hat (yuh)
and we hit up your b*tch like a running back
i’m losing my touch i’m finna go back to the strap (yuh)
catching my hand and the gun in my lap (god d*mn)
i ain’t forget where i came from
you (?) want problem, come find me
you know where we at (yuh)
i got the chopper, its right in the back (yuh)
f*ck with me wrong it go *gat gat gat gat* (*gat gat gat gat*)
i got that loud and it’s right in the sack (yuh)
moving it all and i’m making it back (back)
haters better back off me (back off)
(?) coffees (woah)
your b*tch tryna take a dip (why?)
cuz a (?) too saucy (god d*mn)
(?) your b*tch, hockey (skrrt)
run this sh*t, it’s exhausting (why?)
cuz my pack is too heavy
and my wrist is too frosty
[chorus: matt houston]
(?)
foreign whips, foreign asses (skrrt)
f*cking these b*tches (?) (yuh)
travel we don’t need no map cause (huh)
we just going where the cash is (skrrt)
hating on me (?)
it ain’t two fingers, i give you the piece (woah)
hold you for (?) i need millies at least (woah)
f*cking your b*tch and she screaming like (?)
money, fame, cars
i want it all
your b*tch tryna get involved
money, fame, cars
i want it all
feel like lebron how i ball (swish)
money, fame, cars
i want it all
your b*tch tryna get involved
money, fame, cars
i want it all
feel like lebron how i ball (swish)
[verse: tanukes]
i finished that bottle of captain
so i be like jack when i’m asking them where the rum at (yuh)
wanna be seeing me, wishing they being me
saying “yo, imma become that” (nah)
i got that (?) that you ain’t never heard off
and (?) lungs at (woah)
i got good homies and bad women
who be asking me where my tongue at (?)
catch me rolling up blunts in the back (yuh)
catch me holding up a cup full of jack (woah)
catch me folding up stacks
(?) these raps, motherf*cker
i’m housing these hoes
for a night and not calling them back
i’m on that samurai jack
slicing these beats
but i’m timeless in fact
climbing up mountains
like i was just trying to find a new place to relax
i feel like i’m good, but she tell me i’m great
she taking the pipe, then she walking the plank
they talking about me, got people to thank
aware of my roots, but aware of my rank
not giving a care about anyone think (nah)
f*ck with the crew you making mistakes
stay out my lane or you’re getting the speed
i be up in the whip, i ain’t hitting no brakes (yuh)
you already know that we leading the pack
and if you (?) see us in action
i want it all (god d*mn)
the money, the whips and several actresses in my mansion (woah)
yeah, got b*tches dancing in the spot
that’s all the cake
make no mistake
everything i make
i keep it hot (hah)
[chorus: matt houston]
(?)
foreign whips, foreign asses (skrrt)
f*cking these b*tches (?) (yuh)
travel we don’t need no map cause (huh)
we just going where the cash is (skrrt)
hating on me (?)
it ain’t two fingers, i give you the piece (woah)
hold you for (?) i need millies at least (woah)
f*cking your b*tch and she screaming like (?)
money, fame, cars
i want it all
your b*tch tryna get involved
money, fame, cars
i want it all
feel like lebron how i ball (swish)
money, fame, cars
i want it all
your b*tch tryna get involved
money, fame, cars
i want it all
feel like lebron how i ball (swish)
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