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outro - allblack & 22nd jim lyrics

[verse 1: allblack]
take me for a b*tch, i take it to your crib
keep on talking on [?], i’m detaching your head
call that chopper hanible, how it ate up his legs
how you got all of this [?] and ain’t n0body dead?
[?] with no shirt, like [?]
and every drip on me expencive, like [?]
keep a wop like i just left bk [?]
and if you looking for me, b*tch, i’m sliding through the murders
side [?] this lil b*tch, top of the [?]
[?] kept on breaking [?] f*cked her
slid down fairfax, [?]
hit up [?] for some [?] i’m a [?]
young black boss man, call me david ali
i’m with the play runners, you wanna book us? call d
green room crowded, we getting [?] before we hit the stage
reach for this [?] chain, i’ll put this cap on your face
i can fit a whole 50 in these black skinnys
i can fit a zip of molly in that b*tch kitty
i feel like driving that black panther, my legs hurt
[?] made her come get me
it’s black

[verse 2: 22nd jim]
b*tch, the f*ck do you mean?
i could get a hundred thousand out these hundred dollar jeans
b*tch, what the f*ck do you mean?
i could get a hundred thousand out these hundred dollar jeans
we put him in the dirt, so we don’t talk about him
thousand dollar cleets, til i knocked him out them
smoke a 41, we don’t do swishers
counting through these blues, got my thumbs aiking
stepped up in her lain, she felt the world shaking
mix the runts with the wok, b*tch, i’m crossfaided
in the d, b*tch, i be smoking on that db
pull up on lil mike, he on [?]
got the strap under my shirt, but i’m on defence
b*tch, we run the city, ain’t no secret
riding through them dubs, they hear me coming
switching lanes with my b*tch, talking some money
ask me how i’m feeling, i’m feeling lovely
ask her how she feel, she say lucky
windows tinted, whip it out, and tell her suck it
200 on the dash, [?]
it’s a war going on, but i don’t give a f*ck
slide through the 6, and middle fingers up
[?] got the ar right beside me
can’t pay a n*gga [?] the type to try me
’cause when these n*ggas talk, they move in silance
’cause they know [?] jim, it could get vilant
and when these n*ggas talk, they move in silance
’cause they know [?] jim, it could get vilant
[verse 3: omb peezy]
hit him with ’bout 8 rounds, ain’t gotta pay to get a n*gga chased down
bussing sh*t
and i still got something to make [?]
[?] treat your block like a playground
seen a n*gga brain, still gon’ fall asleep on that greyhound
can’t fall asleep on no pills, i’m in the streets with my n*gga
[?] nighttime [?]
creep up close and get [?]
family trip and they miss you
[?] crying [?] miserable
keep it real [?]
[?] whistle
he smoking [?] with jim
them n*ggas always trippin, i’m just gon’ act like i don’t see them
i hear them n*ggas sneak dissin, i’m just gon’ act like i don’t hear them
they know i’m shooting above the rym, [?] get this sh*t on film
eh, which one of y’all gon’ shake some?
robbery turned to murder, we gon’ murk ya after we take some
eh, which one of y’all gon’ shake some?
robbery turned to murder, we gon’ murk ya after we take some

- allblack 22nd jim lyrics

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