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Fiend lyrics : "Want It All"

(feat. Hound)

[talking:]

Yo, sound like-sound like the beginning of the album
You know, right-right-right there when you finna bust that (*##$ down
You know I'm saying, took the wrapping off that right there

^!$$% never knew it, before they called me Fiend
Come from New Orleans, Holygrove
I moved to the 3rd Ward, when I was like bout like 12

%#@! was cool, I was still Uptown you know
Now look at me, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh


[Hook: x2]
I want it all, this time this time everytime
I want it all, this time this time everytime

I want it all, this time this time everytime
I want it all, this time I want every dime


[Fiend:]
I got the heart of a ghetto boy, see I know what not to do
Let em spark, if I gotta survive mission impossibles

Bring it to your $$#, ain't gon sit here and lie to you
Take clips break %#@!, I do what I gotta do
Your face all over the place, you see what that bottle do

This dog you hunt, and it would devour you
Me rapping ^!$$%, work em over an hour or two
Yeah Fiend's back, and you shot me a dial or two

I waited five times, now you disrespecting my mind
Now I gotta, get that iron
I sold him that three six, he couldn't tear me up

Make the animal $#[email protected] boy, and I ain't barely up

[Hook x2]


[Hound:]
You $#[email protected] with him, believe me we busting ten

$#[email protected] round we'll be busting then, then you'll be ducking and
Uh in God we trust, but we busting on men
Acting like he can't you touched, now watch me touch up on him

Hot shots in my palm, and in my arm reach
I blow smoke through your lungs, we $#[email protected] up your harm means
I stay wanted, these ^!$$%z they want it

I give it to em $#[email protected] round, will have your life gon stay haunted
I hustle up in alleyways, got talent like Caff Calloway
The streets are telling me, life gon be better that-a-way

Don't be smelling me, if I ever put my gat away
I'll blow your back away, they'll burry you on Saturday


[Hook x2]

[Fiend:]

When you addressing me, know that I'm in some'ing seven speed
Blowing chronic with the east of hairs, that be heavenly
You around me alone, get you a felony

I teach you how to be a player, but I ain't Bellamy
It's the one with the melody, it better be
Better thangs, and a batch of jungle love I started writing

I hear the dope mark, you're up in Pakistan
That mean dealing, have them fiends gone silly
Yeah you not a hustler, you just got barged hoe

Don't know the fast life, till I raised the garage do'
I steal lives, so ugly a long fo'
I'm in it for islands, not condos

I'm sending these, through your spine though
And can knock an eyebrow, off of a blindfold
Yeah I'm Cristal spilling, with my wrists while chilling

Saying goons, and I'm like that I got y'all cheering

[Hook x2]

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