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Slim Thug

Genres: Hip-Hop

All Gold Everything (freestyle) Lyrics - Slim Thug

Put a hole my nigga, that 

pussy poppin, that magic 

city 

Got the strong my nigga, 

that cole max, that shit with 

me 

Smoking mean my nigga, 

that don't pass that shit to 

me 

This one for my niggas, and 

bitches bout that money 

 

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Gold all in my rang, gold all 

in my chain 

Bad bitches give me they 

brains 

All my hoes so insane 

I stay smokin on them 

planes 

Coastin on them swings, 

Poking up them lames, I'm 

so fly I need me some 

wings 

I got the baddest bitches in 

texas 

Brightest diamonds in my 

necklace 

We smoke the best, you 

smoke and stress 

I eat papados for breakfast 

Every line watching them 

texans 

We super throw I'm thinking 

Super Bowl 

Shit I'm tryina pick which 

coup to road 

The Camaro cold but the 

Rarri hoe 

1 50 on 45, 1 80 on the 

billway 

In the boondocks ridin in 

my drop 

Out where that boy pow 

wow stay 

I'm the club king on the 

club scene 

50 knocks fetish a dream 

I'm pulling out every week 

something clean 

Leaving with a bitch that 

you see in your dreams 

 

Photos 

 

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Put a hole my nigga, that 

pussy poppin, that magic 

city 

Got the strong my nigga, 

that cole max, that shit with 

me 

Smoking mean my nigga, 

that don't pass that shit to 

me 

This one for my niggas, and 

bitches bout that money 

 

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All gold everywhere, 

Got a few different chains, I 

keep a spare 

New jewels every week I 

don't play fair 

A new slab once a year like 

a state fair 

Talking down catch your 

faith like short hair 

Perforated leather on my 

chair 

It's check season, quala 

test is treason 

You square as a cube I'm 

so clear 

I'm real, drink, sip, 

Drop a 4 in the 20 that's a 

Kobe Bryant 

I'm a Texan wild, we a 

tipper 

I put the 'Lac on the streets 

and you haters got quiet 

I'm watching The Rockets 

play the Clippers, 

From Texas to Cali like 

mowlin rine 

O only drive when slippin 

I got a meat scale showing 

nipples 

All I do is pull broads like 

wisdom teeth without tryin 

All I do is cover up my neck 

and wrist with diamonds 

I don't fuck with no boppers 

so don't tell me who shining 

And I don't fuck with no 

haters, so don't knock a 

man for grinding 

 

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Put a hole my nigga, that 

pussy poppin, that magic 

city 

Got the strong my nigga, 

that cole max, that shit with 

me 

Smoking mean my nigga, 

that don't pass that shit to 

me 

This one for my niggas, and 

bitches bout that money 

 

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This one here's for them 

hustlers, 

Who don't really, really, 

really want for nothing 

Who keep a bad bitch and 

keep a couple cars 

And with a side hoe know 

we just fucking 

She smoked my blunt then 

we sexin 

She smoked my blunt and 

we sexin 

What started out with us 

texting 

Lead to me getting head at 

the intersection 

D boss I be him, a street cat 

I represent that 

Hit my plug on my 

trampoline 

They told me I already sent 

the pack 

Working and it's gone, 

check out my watch, it cost 

bout a hund 

And I ain't finna break 

nothing down 

But I bet that I stay in my 

zone 

All I know is go get it, 

She called and told me 

come get it 

I told the bitch that I was on 

my grind 

But later on I'ma get in her 

kitty 

This one here direct, 

Strip a flow, show naked 

Represent for that Houston 

Texas 

Check the watch, no 

necklace 

 

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Put a hole my nigga, that 

pussy poppin, that magic 

city 

Got the strong my nigga, 

that cole max, that shit with 

me 

Smoking mean my nigga, 

that don't pass that shit to 

me 

This one for my niggas, and 

bitches bout that money 

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