Chamillionaire - We All Done Lyrics

[Intro:]
They like where you been man
I'm like you'll find out when you need to know
Poison, coming soon

[Chamillionaire:]
H-town so throwed
If I said it then you know it's what I mean
I do it all from my home
Cause that's who got me thinking I'm the damn king
I pro'ly hurt a few feelings
Cause y'all be trickin' on 'em way too easy
See you can feed a few pigeons
That's when you realise them hoes a tease

Live from the Bahamas
I gotta be honest
Working on a classic gotta forgive me for my silence
Swear it felt like college, knowledge that you gave was timeless
Knew that you had good brain, I knew you'd graduate with honours
My P was the finest, bowing like she paying homage
Pulling that ponytail girl what you mix with Pochahontos
Cesa triple zeros, working jumping over commas
You can say that I gave you love but you can't say I gave a promise
Girl no dollars

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And girl I'd love to kick it with' ya but you know I gotta run
And stack some hundreds inbetween my trigger finger and my thumb
It was lovely while it lasted but I think the time has come
Hope you keep your composure when I say that it's over

We all done
Darling, we all done
She said I'm on one
Now that we're all done, done, done
I might not cuff and I might not trick
I might just split cause we don't just fit
Don't come back cause she might be sick
Cause she might be the one that I say I'm not with
When we all done
Now that we're all done, done, dooone

[Drake:]
I'm getting so throwed
I ain't went this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don't mean
Like what's up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And what's up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy
But get it while you here boy
Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy
Yeah and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got
Trippin off you cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate the bullshit
Hate these f*cking allegations, I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it!

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[Chamillionaire:]
Loving the way she grip me
Loving the way my grip be
Feeling off in my pockets so if it's that then heard she history
Legends like Snoop and 50
Maybach Coupe like Ricky
Feeling just like my dick be weighing a tonne off in my dickies
Ball like Kenneth Griffey, hit it like Kenneth Griffey
They say stay on your toes, that's why I'm always on my tippies
Watch the people close incase any one of y'all acting shifty
Lipstick on my hollow tip don't let this clique give you a hicky
Posted in between the pillow, laying near in the pyjamas
With the slickest Texas rhymer that's when you know you can find her
Tell the dead I'm out of time, you know that that's a problem I'm a make her say
I know you didn't got her sounding just like Wonda
The 16th I be in Vegas, 26th I be in China
Booked 'til August, I come back and drop a mixtape in my honour
We live from the Bahamas, hope her panties is designer
I had your girl interior decorating her vagina

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[Rick Ross:]
I'm burning purple flowers
It's burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills (BOSS)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I out on bond I might be facin' 8′s
Still running with the same niggas til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain't fair (Khaled)
And it's double M G until I get the chair

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[Lil Wayne:]
I walk around the club, f*ck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, ain't enough money
You know the feds listening, nigga what money?
I'm a made nigga
I should dust something
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
Huh, ain't nothing sweet but the swishas
I'm focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures
Ohhh, I'm about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I ain't buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to your world like Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov
It's a slim chance I fall, Olive Oyl
Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how I got it
I'm killin' these hoes I swear I'm tryna stop the violence

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