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Yogi 700 - Everything Lyrics



Yogi 700 - Everything Lyrics




I write encrypted emotions, from this pen to this paper
Have mercy on the fakas bless supporters and haters
I been around the block a few times
Done slept on many futons
Had nuttin in dah gutta rap is work so put my boots on
Back and fourth crossin state lines
Thugga nigga throw in gang signs
I ont rep but I'm bout mine
Keep a 40 on me like a combine
Dats Iowa nigga
Kentucky my blooda dats power nigga
Dirty money lookin like a hit list
10 shots ain't miss shit
Whip a niggah up, like bisquick
Bodys and Thoties I get this Gotta stay true to dis
Music pay the bills ain't new to this
Wake up in a Gotti like who's is es
Drip then Juice the fit
Chopped then screwed the bitch
Yeah, Remy, doc martin
Self, parallel parkin
Benz not a rarri
Runnin up a check like a market
Broke dumb lame niggas barkin
Im Tony starkin Better off then where I started, in the garbage
Now my neck on VVs, and dis light skin like a barbie
VIP party
Broke hardly

I ain't tryna be the greatest I'm tryna be the realest, "yo gotti"
They told me not to do it, but I cant help the feelin
This is everything... I've got no more love to give
This is everything... you took it all when you left
This is everything, this is everything
I gave it all away until my dying day
This is everything

Lots of cold nights and Ramen noodle dinners
The fear of God is strong I go to church cause I'm a sinner
Learnin things about myself, that I ain't eva knew before
I'm selfish, slightly narcissistic egotistical
If you ont like me. Idc kiss my testicals
All day all right, I grip et drummy grip it tight, I'm workin hard 9 to 5
He been throwin shade my way?
He gon die within the night
Though my father bless me weekly
Beast come outta me when I fight
When I hit the studio, I spit fire, I get hype
Girls they like my music doe
When I pull up dey get pipe
Marry go round and dosy do
3 way dats what I like

I ain't tryna be the greatest I'm tryna be the realest, "yo gotti"
They told me not to do it, but I cant help the feelin
This is everything... I've got no more love to give
This is everything... you took it all when you left
This is everything, this is everything
I gave it all away until my dying day
This is everything
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I write encrypted emotions, from this pen to this paper
Have mercy on the fakas bless supporters and haters
I been around the block a few times
Done slept on many futons
Had nuttin in dah gutta rap is work so put my boots on
Back and fourth crossin state lines
Thugga nigga throw in gang signs
I ont rep but I'm bout mine
Keep a 40 on me like a combine
Dats Iowa nigga
Kentucky my blooda dats power nigga
Dirty money lookin like a hit list
10 shots ain't miss shit
Whip a niggah up, like bisquick
Bodys and Thoties I get this Gotta stay true to dis
Music pay the bills ain't new to this
Wake up in a Gotti like who's is es
Drip then Juice the fit
Chopped then screwed the bitch
Yeah, Remy, doc martin
Self, parallel parkin
Benz not a rarri
Runnin up a check like a market
Broke dumb lame niggas barkin
Im Tony starkin Better off then where I started, in the garbage
Now my neck on VVs, and dis light skin like a barbie
VIP party
Broke hardly

I ain't tryna be the greatest I'm tryna be the realest, "yo gotti"
They told me not to do it, but I cant help the feelin
This is everything... I've got no more love to give
This is everything... you took it all when you left
This is everything, this is everything
I gave it all away until my dying day
This is everything

Lots of cold nights and Ramen noodle dinners
The fear of God is strong I go to church cause I'm a sinner
Learnin things about myself, that I ain't eva knew before
I'm selfish, slightly narcissistic egotistical
If you ont like me. Idc kiss my testicals
All day all right, I grip et drummy grip it tight, I'm workin hard 9 to 5
He been throwin shade my way?
He gon die within the night
Though my father bless me weekly
Beast come outta me when I fight
When I hit the studio, I spit fire, I get hype
Girls they like my music doe
When I pull up dey get pipe
Marry go round and dosy do
3 way dats what I like

I ain't tryna be the greatest I'm tryna be the realest, "yo gotti"
They told me not to do it, but I cant help the feelin
This is everything... I've got no more love to give
This is everything... you took it all when you left
This is everything, this is everything
I gave it all away until my dying day
This is everything
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Writer: Greg Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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