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1924 - allblack lyrics

1924 lyrics
1924 allblack

i told her get in shape if she wanna ball with me
and we ain’t getting off the road til we touch 50
tío está hardaway they call me lil penny
shooters in sac town go like mike bibby
n*ggas know i’m up next they really see it in me
peanut b*tter in these sherman sacks got me jiffy
i got a pimp case on me this the worst dream
judge say they been watching me since 15
chasing money all month in the same jeans
if you want it like i do then you know what i mean
but i ain’t living right i’m still having bad dreams
ain’t heard from dom but on my momma b*tch it’s gmb
still whippin sh*t still riding for the team
i ain’t make a dime today so i can’t eat a thing
i graduated from the streets to the finer things
she think i love her but i don’t sorry billy jean
you n*ggas hustle just to do the belt with the shoes
i wanna get tiana a benz painted navy blue
and me and twaddle matching chains that say 22
n*ggas claiming they gone k!ll me but they never do
morris sam’s the only reason i ain’t k!ll a p*ssy
try allblack if i fall you p*ssies coming with me
i ain’t simpin to no b*tch i ain’t no f*cking goofy
22 marcus peters i’m the toughest rookie
akorn with chop and deli serving all these n*ggas cookies
f*ck a bay area buzz i’m thinking nd
national dollar global trap or rest in peace g
i met dre pops when i stopped at tennessee
he told me work and i could be whatever i wanna be
ask dots you think i’m lying ain’t no hoe in me
i’m being lazy lately i’ve been on some average sh*t
either hopping on the road or finna send a b*tch
that’s the cold where i’m from you gotta knock a b*tch
ain’t no handouts when you trynna get rich
strip a n*gga for his sh*t and go and sell his kicks
imma get it out a b*tch that’s what i call a l!ck
that’s what i call a l!ck
imma get it out a b*tch that’s what i call a l!ck
it’s black, real street n*gga real facts
i love popping molly and i love counting stacks
800 miles on the road dropping off packs
woulda been up in the pin if i ain’t had rap
it’s black, real street n*gga real facts
you say you got a play on line show me where it’s at
it’s black, she say she wanna join the trap
i just hopped up on that road and ain’t no turning back
sky thank you for f*cking with me, again

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