B7shop, Theowulf - All $tar Lyrics

Converse to the kicks
Stomp him out make some red bottoms
Money moves done in silence
Tiptoe round 'em like some egg cartons
Presidential life is sweet
I can get all of my sins pardoned
Coward niggas packing heat
Trip to the land of the forgotten

My style can never be forgotten
I put my wish in a well
Ian no suck up, ain't kissin no ass
This shit ain't no kiss and tell
312 we givin 'em hell
Truth in all 5 of those words
Ian no player i flirt
Girls let me up in their skirt
They know they getting they worth
Like extra weed on the scale (Gang!)
Lately I been feeling blessed
Back in the past I was stressed
Doing reps with my pen in hand
Had to lift some shit off my chest
I can run with the best
I can't fuck with the rest (Naw)
New niggas are just new niggas
I swear I'm so unimpressed
Don't try and get me pressed
that might get you on a strecher
I'm a neighborhood wrecker
Dark knight in my sector
I could make a million
Playing out the villain
Something like Heath Ledger
Some of you niggas could never
Gold nuggets on me like Denver

Blessed to live this life
Chop it up to my grind
No lucky 7 on my dice
This is all by design
Blessed to live this life
Chop it up to my grind
Lucky 7 on my dice
This is all by design

Converse to the kicks
Stomp him out make some red bottoms
Money moves done in silence
Tiptoe round 'em like some egg cartons
Presidential life is sweet
I can get all of my sins pardoned
Coward niggas packing heat
Trip to the land of the forgotten

Low-tops and dirty laces (Yeah)
Blue cloth feelin basic (Smooth)
But it's warm out, imma roll out
Niggas caught me still feelin famous (Oo)
Wolfgang in the function (Yeah)
They know it's Wolf cuz how I'm coming (Yessir)
One-Stars with the suede sides
And the tucked 9 like it's nothin
I'm still wearin these dress socks with the dope designs boy I'm chillin
Bitches, gotta talk to me nice, hoe, you still within a buyin price
I, lay back in a two-seater with a dick eater cuz she hungry
Got my foot hung on the dashboard cuz these bitches only want my money (Bitch!)
From the 75 to the 919 imma slide a bitch if she want it
Shawty, real nigga you can't kill niggas with a death wish for they opponents (Ha)
When the last time you met a trill nigga? My dick long like the Spanish Key
In a black ride still on demon time still ain't met a bitch that could manage me (Wolf!)

Converse to the kicks
Stomp him out make some red bottoms
Money moves done in silence
Tiptoe round 'em like some egg cartons
Presidential life is sweet
I can get all of my sins pardoned
Coward niggas packing heat
Trip to the land of the forgotten