Want it All lyrics

by

Chito Rana$


[Chorus: Chito Rana$]

Uh, once again
It's the Dumpest Mexican
Ayy, on my block sur sh*t
You know
Wok, wok
Wok, wok
Uh, brr, uh
Sur walkin' on they block, baby, I'm a gangsta
We been off n*ggas, n*ggas, they some fake thugs
They got shot n died, that pus*y couldn't hang huh?
I've been with this catered lil' baby, I'm gon' lay some
Pop a perc' and ride, baby, come and take some
Give her di*k, she cry, she's still wanna take some
You should be outside, pus*y boy, come [?]
Talk behind my back, but in person, they won't say nothin'
b*tch, I love my spades, we slide with baby A's
By my bed, I keep a K, diamonds on my pinky ring
Tattoos on my face, b*tch, you see the gang
I ain't f*ckin' with the hoes
b*tch, I'm from the A's
That's why I feel likе Tony, I'm a momma, I just want it all
I'm good on sellin' guns, I'm tryna sell some Fеntanyl
Baby, I got money, but I love to spend it all
Baby A don't jam, it's a fully, it's gon' send it all
[Verse 1: Big $wift]

Look, Look
I need a bag, I don't need a b*tch
Hit my pipes up, I said, I need a brick
Ten pounds, put it on the table and watch me move that sh*t
I'm at Bruce Chris, but the root is thick
I just popped a Perc, now I'm feelin' stressed
I'm a baby face, crashin' whips with a dirty K
b*tch say she love me right now, bring me 30K
Talkin' on the gang, we put him in his grave
Ayy, Chito back home, brother, pour a six
Look, I don't know that n*gga, but I know his b*tch
Man, that n*gga didn't die, brother, spin again
Bailed out first draft, then I bought my Benz Boy
It's my lawyer, it's not a n*gga, kill him off
Last year
I heard my opp died off some fentanyl
Fat b*tch, pull up to the crib, she givin' head and all
3M6, n*gga, till they stream on and on

{Chorus: Chito Rana$]

Sur walkin' on they block, baby, I'm a gangsta
We been off n*ggas, n*ggas, they some fake thugs
They got shot n died, that pus*y couldn't hang huh?
I've been with this catered lil' baby, I'm gon' lay some
Pop a perc' and ride, baby, come and take some
Give her di*k, she cry, she's still wanna take some
You should be outside, pus*y boy, come [?]
Talk behind my back, but in person, they won't say nothin'
b*tch, I love my spades, we slide with baby A's
By my bed, I keep a K, diamonds on my pinky ring
Tattoos on my face, b*tch, you see the gang
I ain't f*ckin' with the hoes
b*tch, I'm from the A's
That's why I feel like Tony, I'm a momma, I just want it all
I'm good on sellin' guns, I'm tryna sell some Fentanyl
Baby, I got money, but I love to spend it all
Baby A don't jam, it's a fully, it's gon' send it all
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