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allen flow - allenouthere lyrics

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you n*ggas hoes so you can’t get in touch with me

you’d be dead, out the way, if it was up to me

they said don’t like me, ion like em’ they don’t f*ck wit me

i just met this b*tch back stage, now she suckin me

i can’t give no money to a n*gga cause it’s stuck to me
you n*ggas b*tches on my momma, couldn’t step to me

ridin round the city with semi sittin for company
i only f*ck wit b*tches that fantasize about f*cking me

you doin that ?

i gotta grab up on that ass way she movin that

she a flirt but when i touch her she don’t like it why she doin that

baby f*ck me i was rushin told her sorry for assuming that

tryna figure out how to get her best friend be included in

i hit the bank i left wit ted that’s my money friend
n*gga mad i never answer don’t be callin with no money then

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i got some p*ssy yesterday, i did my funny dance

he don’t never get no p*ssy or no money n*gga win

i got b*tches here, naked in da room
i’m a g l, you will never see me reckless in da room

it’s a couple b*tches now i wanna f*ck and they don’t know

u really think, i was callin you to hang, you a hoe

she follow everybody, she tryna let the gang in it though

who dat knockin boy
somebody let the gang in the door

grab da rocket boy
somebody playin games in this hoe

i can’t count how many times i seen some brains onna floor

n*ggas weird, is you a fan or an enemy ?

i be f*ckin n*ggas b*tches all the time is u sh*ttin me ?

you n*ggas ass ion think you finna make it boy you k!llin me

if you ain’t payin for feature in my dm then stop hittin me

you could never be like me n*gga face it

i’m feelin bold i just put this n*gga live on location

boy i’m always wit a b*tch , and she white, cause i’m racist

boy i always i gotta stick, and some cash come and take it

not even lucki get as high as me

you could have a first class flight, still ain’t fly as me

n0body do it, n*ggas dying when they tryin me

you could have a platinum plaque plaque, still ain’t nice as me

walk through the door and f*ck da club up

b*tch i need some p*ssy, or some head, not a rub up

b*tch you playin in da spot, better hug nuts
told her i ain’t f*ck with fat b*tches, and she hung up

i don’t think they is a gang anymore

n*ggas dying, when u n*ggas rearranging the score

you was crying, i was busy rearranging the wh0re

he need some cans, watchu n*ggas be exchangin

(these n*ggas broke)

i don’t think this sh*t a game anymore

stupid broke b*tch, you missin out on game when u snore

you the bench folk, i’m ballin like i’m james on the court

you a big hoe, why n0body sayin it though?

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