Tout Moun Se Moun Lyrics

Some Pride less soul

Some tags on toes

You either find a way

Or find a way to let go

I was nineteen living like I'm thirty years old

All my dogs be some vets

All my mail come with checks

My middle finger don't rest

My sister love me the best

Make sure the addy correct

I'm paranoid as it gets

Got Oxymorons in techs

A maniac in my best

They think I'm kind of possessed

I touch her soul with a breath

Tout moun se moun

Could give a fuck about your perfume

Or new church shoes

I got niggas who done died for this

OG Weechie in the heavens

Laughing bout my Creo

I been swimming the sharks

I'm loosing hope for Nemo

But me though

I just bussed the chain

Got it straight from Rico

The real diamonds nice diamonds

Straight From Sierra Leone

My misery found company

It lies with the ones

That said they'd always get it done for me

It hides with the ones

Who use your flattery for mockery

Even being a son of God

I'll have the forty pointer

Staring at your mouth piece

Must be a Charlotte thing

A lot to give but it ain't the drank

A lot of love a lot of pain

A lot of lies told you my face

I look the other way

Tell em let it rain

Lord knows just built different

Some food for thought I fed you all I could give

Now they turn they back on me

And now it's life fuck a friend

I got my mother and my brothers

And my sisters I win

Mother fucker I win

A lot to give but it ain't the drank

A lot of love a lot of pain

A lot of lies told you my face

I look the other way

Tell them let it rain

Let it rain for me

All them nights when we was feeling all the pain homie

Tout moun se moun

Could give a fuck about your perfume

Or new church shoes

Lion hearted Stone Balla still call me

Neymar leave you kicking rocks

No if or probably

Don't get confused

Mr. Immaculate so they calling me

Gang affiliation but got all my legal registrations

All these IOUs and MOU's

My shawty got that good hair

Whip it like willow do

The proof is in the pudding and the good food

Best believe it's catered to

You don't know me nigga

You just know what we want

Still keep some drums in the trunk

Get wild and out if you want

Loose with this cannon for sure

Nick at night leave you so shook nigga

Leave you like some murder she wrote

Like a give it and go

I can't pass to no hoe

Cause I got niggas who done died for this

Tout moun se moun

Could give a fuck about your perfume

Or new church shoes