All I Ever Wanted lyrics

Artist  : C Bo 
Song : All I Ever Wanted



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[Featuring Lunasicc 151]
Chorus: C Bo
All I
ever wanted was a pair of Nikes
A Lexus a
mansion and eternal life
Maybe what it was I
was askin for too much
Prayin to God thinkin
'did he give a fuck?'
Twelve years old I was
always told
Every day I want it that glitter
ain't gold
But fuck that shit I want a twelve
inch dick
A Coupe a chrome and a money makin
bitch
Verse 1: C Bo
A 'Lac front, back,
man, I wish I had it
In a brim, Rolex down wit
a automatic
I be the shit, pimpin hoes from
Cali to Louisville
Strip em for money in Magic
City and the A-T-L
Cos see these bitches ain't
shit but investments
And they ain't worth shit
unless they makin profit
I need a money-makin
bitch to satisfy my needs
Some pussy, dough,
diamonds and G's
So when I swoop in my coupe,
out to get my loot
Collect it from hookers
more famous than Betty Boo
It be that,
legalised pimpin that's keepin me above the
water
Fuck a bitch, get rich and live the life
of a baller
Cos a broke bitch ain't nuttin but
a downfall
Unless she cement her money and her
mind, y'all
And wit straight-laced game is how
ya take control
I been practisin the shit
since twelve years old
Chorus
Verse 2:
Lunasicc
One foot in the grave and eleven
inches insane
Psychotic nigga named Lunasicc,
squattin out them gold thangs
Slappin these
bitches, y'all can't be laggin on the
payroll
Let's get your ass right back to the
track before your face get steezo
I'm cold
like the winter, get up in your flesh like a
splinter
I dash with the cash then mash on the
gas, prepare a hog for dinner
Creepin when I'm
sleepin, my bitch ya want coasted
by the
window, wit an AK ready for niggas wit their
gunplay
Cap peelers, drug dealers, I thought
you knew
that if you fuck wit one of my niggas
then you're fuckin wit the crew
We roll deep
like sheep, always strapped wit some
heat
Original gangsta, fuck a prankster, ride
my nuts like a beat, huh
I'm bout it, bout it,
but niggas like you, I doubt it, doubt it
I
come thru, drinkin blue lookin bout it, bout
it
Ready for the gunplay, move the crowd like
we the O-Jays
Blastin like I'm crazy out the
Colt wit my .3-80, Mafioso
Chorus
Verse 3:
151
Las Vegas, Lake Tahoe to Reno
Bitches
on the highest floors of the casinos
Butt
naked, checkin money by the G stack
As I pose
at the crap tables, sippin on yak
I'm just a
baller, wit a grip of money-makin hoes
Might
catch em fo'-deep in a C-Ville on triple
golds
Wit cell phones and pagers as if it's on
a grind
So to keep em an X-rated pussy is a
goldmine
I'm on a major mission to increase my
stacks to the highest climax
I'm wrapped up in
my safe and G-pacts
Crackin like green weed
sacks, for slangin, for danglin
youngstas wit
their pants hangin, gangbangin, .45
stangin
Ain't no tamin, aimin, accurate, we
hit em off and slid em off
They get off in the
Valley, immaculately, sippin rally's
Winners
are stackin chips up like alleys
From Seattle
to Cali, the North of Valley,
nigga
Chorus
Bitch!