
All I Ever Wanted to Do Yo Gotti (Ft. Kia Shine)
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[Chorus: Kia Shine & Yo Gotti]
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young nigga living how he supposed, ya know
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I got 16-28 grams broke down to dimes
What's my life like, nigga? It's a constant grind
You got seven, eight or nine you can push on
'Cause I'm a selfish nigga, I want 10 strong
Oh no, it happened again
Let me get a good flow of that dro again
Got phone blowin' up like a high school bell
Plus the price skyrocket like dope in jail
Break it down in small portions, fuck sellin' a O
You'd rather make seven or eight or cock bound for the 4
I'm a hustler far from being a busta nigga
You got good game, but still don't trust ya, nigga
You can catch me in the neighborhood, winter or summer
Spring or fall, 'cause nigga I be selling it all
From junts to blunts blunts to bags and bags to O's
O's to pounds, I'm just holding it down
[Chorus: Kia Shine & Yo Gotti]
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young nigga living how he supposed, ya know
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young nigga living how he supposed, ya know
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young nigga living how he supposed, ya know
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I got 16-28 grams broke down to dimes
What's my life like, nigga? It's a constant grind
You got seven, eight or nine you can push on
'Cause I'm a selfish nigga, I want 10 strong
Oh no, it happened again
Let me get a good flow of that dro again
Got phone blowin' up like a high school bell
Plus the price skyrocket like dope in jail
Break it down in small portions, fuck sellin' a O
You'd rather make seven or eight or cock bound for the 4
I'm a hustler far from being a busta nigga
You got good game, but still don't trust ya, nigga
You can catch me in the neighborhood, winter or summer
Spring or fall, 'cause nigga I be selling it all
From junts to blunts blunts to bags and bags to O's
O's to pounds, I'm just holding it down
[Chorus: Kia Shine & Yo Gotti]
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young nigga living how he supposed, ya know
All I ever wanted to do was live the life
Money, drugs, cars, clothes, hoes
Bricks, paints, pounds of dro fo sho
A young nigga living how he supposed, ya know
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