I Want Everything (Version 2) lyrics

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[Intro]
I've been up, I've been down
Everything, barely getting better now
Everything, barely getting better now

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Pop a little X for the tingle
I'm high, so I'm not tryna mingle (Wow)
She want me in her cheeks like dimples
Hitting them walls like pinballs (Yeah, yeah)
Black, up, down, do it simple
Rick O', you don't see symbols (Wow)
The pack come fat, not nimble
If it ain't bout bread, I ain't got no signal (Sorry)
She wanna pop a perc' like a pimple (Pimple)
Dust jeans on, f*ck a crinkle (Yeah)
I really got tired of being humble (Sinful)
My n*gga showing arms, Mr. Tumble (Yeah)
And we know that you ain't from the jungle
'Cause what you gonna do when the cookie dem crumble? (Uh)
You really had a win but you fumbled (Yeah)
I'll make your b*tch know that I want (Everything)

[Bridge: Fimiguerrero]
I want (Everything)
I want (Everything)
I want (Everything)
I need (Everything)
I want (Everything)
I want (Everything)
I want (Everything)
I want (Uh) (Everything)
[Verse 1: Fimiguerrero]
Yeah, I'm all she want, I'm all you need
Been goin' off since I took a lil' bean (Uh, huh)
This is OSBATT, I don't wear no Shein
I get it clean, I'm a money machine
I been servin' that work and these b*tches my fiends (Yeah)
Livin' your dream, I don't need a opinions (Yeah, yeah)
I sell out a show then I f*ck on your beanie (B)
Scammin' 'em PP, I click with a CC
I don't mean Chanel, but I'm gettin' it easy (Ah)
I spill like graffiti, she give me the heebie, the jeebies, I'm gonna go f*ck on habibti
The cycle repeatin', I show the smoke and them n*ggas start leavin'
She think I'm a appealin' (What?)
They sayin' numbers when I'm in the meeting (Meeting)
Don't give a sh*t, I just tell 'em that Fimi want— (Everything)

[Bridge: Fimiguerrero]
I want (Everything)
I want (Everything)
I want (Everything)
I need (Everything)
I want (Everything)
I want (Everything)
I want (Everything)
I want (Everything)
[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Pop a little X for the tingle
I'm high, so I'm not tryna mingle (Wow)
She want me in her cheeks like dimples
Hitting them walls like pinballs (Yeah, yeah)
Black, up, down, do it simple
Rick O', you don't see symbols (Wow)
The pack come fat, not nimble
If it ain't bout bread, I ain't got no signal (Sorry)
She wanna pop a perc' like a pimple (Pimple)
Dust jeans on, f*ck a crinkle (Yeah)
I really got tired of being humble (Sinful)
My n*gga showing arms, Mr. Tumble (Yeah)
And we know that you ain't from the jungle
'Cause what you gonna do when the cookie dem crumble? (Uh)
You really had a win but you fumbled (Yeah)
I'll make your b*tch know that I want (Everything)

[Verse 2: Hardrock]
I want everything that come my position
Uh, I'ma teach a lesson with the weapon (Yeah)
Chris Louboutins, grey bottom shoes, everybody see how I’m steppin', (Yeah)
Bet against me, a n*gga gon' lose
n*gga gon' learn his lesson (Yeah)
I'ma draw down with the weapon (Yeah)
Wipe out they block in a second
I treat them n*ggas like peasants (Like peasants)
More numbers, we doin' more leverage (Yeah)
I come with the bars, them n*ggas receive
That n*gga gon' get the message (The message)
Walking with so much cash on us, we makin' them f*ck n*ggas jealous
I keep on steppin' like Elvis...
...feel me
Big racks in a full city (Yeah)
[?] die for the city (Yeah)
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