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burpees - allblack & dusty locane lyrics

[verse 1: allblack]
black hoodie eight fifty, mike amiri
stop askin’ all them questions, i’m not siri
sl!ck talkin’ like i sl!ck dice [?][0:12]
rip the jewelry of your wrist, p*ssy, come get it
at&t my main line, my trap phone cricket
can’t take it with me when i die, so i’m gon spend it
my ho b*tch need one fifty for that quick visit
miss kim ask me what i’m doin’, i said, “great pimpin'”
got this rap sh*t on lockdown like san quentin
in la with thirty on me, i’m todd gurley
cougar b*tch cashin’ out, look like mrs. pearly
run up on me in new york, i’m gon’ get st*rdy
chop cheese, durant ave, mobbin’ through berkeley
hoopin’ with my opps, laimbeer, i play dirty
never ever would’ve thought i’d switch jеrseys
to the neck now, i wеnt straight, i’m on my own now
all my days full of pressure like fourth down
i done bought six more guns since rolling loud
i wanna quit, but i can’t let my fans down
told big mama, “n*ggas playin’ with your grandchild”
no jewelry, nappy head, i’m j cole
i ain’t never been the type to flex bankrolls
you know the truth, i’m the coldest n*gga in the booth
swing on me, i’m a cowboy, i’m gon’ shoot
ruger on my hip, glock 43 in my boot
eses with me that done smoked more sh*t than snoop
on maxine, i got so many shots on me
got enough to knock down you and your troops
[bridge: allblack & dusty locane]
in la with thirty on me, i’m todd gurley
cougar b*tch cashin’ out, look like mrs. pearly
run up on me in new york, i’m gon’ get st*rdy
feva, uh

[verse 2: dusty locane]
look, i stay on bullsh*t, go ahead and empty out the full clip
all that politickin’, you ain’t slide, how you prove it?
’95 roofless, i can get to drillin’ off my mind, let’s get to it
half*swerve leave ’em clueless
first n*gga run up, boom, shot, crushin’ his skull
plead the fifth on the stand, i ain’t never gon’ tell
well*respected in the hood, but my name ringin’ bells
i was down on my last, but i got up when i fell
i ain’t beefin’ ’bout no b*tch, that’s for a p*ssy n*gga
all that talkin’ on the net, but you ain’t pullin’ triggers
you went and bought a chop, but n*ggas know you actin’
you the first n*gga missin’ when it’s action
in the bay with two thirty*sticks, feelin’ like curry
i ain’t never have to bluff ’cause i’ma up in a hurry
twenty*seven shots, three left in the clip, jamal murray
throwaways, toss it right over the bridge, both dirty
i was broke on the fifth and it was never a problem
n*ggas hatin’, i got rich, i got the money without ’em
all this money i’m pilin’, i might move to an island
i’m tryna live a normal life when i’m so used to the violence
[chorus: allblack]
in la with thirty on me, i’m todd gurley
cougar b*tch cashin’ out, look like mrs. pearly
run up on me in new york, i’m gon’ get st*rdy
chop cheese, durant ave, mobbin’ through berkeley
my hoes down on the blade at nine thirty
fifteen years strong, ain’t nan n*gga serve me
party bus with uncle earl, finna get swervy
let a n*gga trip, the glock gon’ start doin’ burpees

- allblack dusty locane lyrics

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