"My Everything" lyrics
Ooh, ooh
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Grrah, grrah
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (Uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it (Grrah-grrah)
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (Like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (Uh-huh)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (That ain't my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (He not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (She let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made any packs off a iPhone (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (Uh-huh)
Totin' this knocker, I can't stop for police
Heard he a shooter, I heard he was police
I heard that he slidin', he bang for his homies
I heard he got knocked and start blamin' his homies (Like what?)
He claim that thot, but he ain't the only (Ain't the only)
Droppin' the Y, that shouldn't be on me (Be on me)
She get off the 'Migo then ride like a pony (Like huh?)
Kay in the cut and he dangerous (Uh-huh)
She act bad with the jatty, she know how to shake it (And she know how to-)
I act bad with the beam on the ratty, I don't gotta chase it (Uh)
Put the beam on the bag, then flame it (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Ask around town, you know I ain't basic (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
If I give you some time, I just hope you don't waste it (Ah)
Baby girl come here, come here, let me taste it
Ever catch you cheatin', I'ma up and flame it (Grrah-grrah)
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (Uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it (Grrah-grrah)
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (Like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (Uh-huh)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (That ain't my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (He not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (She let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made any packs off a iPhone (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (Uh-huh)
Totin' this knocker, I can't stop for police
Heard he a shooter, I heard he was police
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Grrah, grrah
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (Uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it (Grrah-grrah)
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (Like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (Uh-huh)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (That ain't my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (He not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (She let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made any packs off a iPhone (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (Uh-huh)
Totin' this knocker, I can't stop for police
Heard he a shooter, I heard he was police
I heard that he slidin', he bang for his homies
I heard he got knocked and start blamin' his homies (Like what?)
He claim that thot, but he ain't the only (Ain't the only)
Droppin' the Y, that shouldn't be on me (Be on me)
She get off the 'Migo then ride like a pony (Like huh?)
Kay in the cut and he dangerous (Uh-huh)
She act bad with the jatty, she know how to shake it (And she know how to-)
I act bad with the beam on the ratty, I don't gotta chase it (Uh)
Put the beam on the bag, then flame it (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Ask around town, you know I ain't basic (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
If I give you some time, I just hope you don't waste it (Ah)
Baby girl come here, come here, let me taste it
Ever catch you cheatin', I'ma up and flame it (Grrah-grrah)
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (Uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it (Grrah-grrah)
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (Like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (Uh-huh)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (That ain't my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (He not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (She let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made any packs off a iPhone (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (Uh-huh)
Totin' this knocker, I can't stop for police
Heard he a shooter, I heard he was police
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
Writer(s): Qwayshawn Cannon, John Starks, James Brown, James Samuel Iii Harris, Linda Creed, Thomas Randolph Bell, Fred Wesley, Terry Lewis, Cashmere Lavon Small
