Sell Everything Lyrics

Boss moves man, Chess moves man
Uh huh!
We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine
Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane
Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes
What we sell? We sell everything. I'm just as hard headed as I want to be
Me and my entourage, my faculty
Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew
Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe
Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you
Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?
Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?
Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by
Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right
I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal from those
Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes?
Dig in those dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?
So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer?
Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome
Real life, not a sitcom
Hustlers up, busters down
Partner this the re-up, not the runaround

Gorilla in it, killing it
Making my presence felt
Beating they f**king ass, without the f**king belt
Panini a motherf**ker, toast him like a patty melt
In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself
I got a proposition legal, not like the others
Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers
The banks denying modifications, foreclosures
Short sales, lets turn our money over
Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate
A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate
Used to mean mug but now I smile
Everyday is a balladay
Turning heads just like a owl
Direct TV in my Escalade

I still got the keys so I'm driving it
If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it
Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars
Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?
Yee I did
I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone
I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome
Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home
Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong
There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth
Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch
Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose
Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss

We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money

Correct these lyrics

Watch E40 Sell Everything video
Hottest Lyrics with Videos

check amazon for Sell Everything mp3 download
these lyrics are submitted by musixmatch3

Songwriter(s): Thomas Jackson, Earl Stevens, Ricardo Thomas
Publisher(s): Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Swizole Music, Cyphercleff Music, Heavy On The Grind Entergament Music, Emi April Music Inc., Your Mama Looks Like A Man Music
Record Label(s): 2012 Heavy On The Grind All rights reserved Unauthorized reproduction is a violation of applicable laws Manufactured by EMI Label Services,
Official lyrics by

Rate Sell Everything by E-40 (current rating: N/A)
Meaning to "Sell Everything" song lyrics no entries yet
capthca required

Characters count
: min. 50 characters