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jeezy flow - allenouthere lyrics

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all my n*ggas uppin bl!ck so it ain’t no runnin down

i done made a couple bands think i want a hundred now

you n*ggas wack tho*

i would of made a track but never now

came through the back door*

left out the front i had em runnin out
i’m that n*gga, they don’t wanna see me in the industry

i’m that n*gga my momma should of named me himothy

i don’t wanna f*ck yo b*tch but it’s a possibility

all you n*ggas really g*y, they just gossip over tea

ain’t u tired of being broke with no revenue

i’m tryna f*ck this b*tch i’m tryna fit up in her schedule

i seen her with her clothes but when she naked it’s a better view

let her play around don’t let the b*tch go round controllin u
*

b*tch ain’t controllin me

catch me in the * b*tch i’m in the hood like the motor be

we caught em out in traffic made em spin out where the shoulder be

all this money brought in drugs, love em, i think they in love wit me

i told shorty shake it ,switch it up ,i wanna see booty jumpin
i told brodie f*ck em f*ck that club i can’t get through with none

he a cornball * he bring up sh*t that ain’t got do wit none

he a cornball * he went and bought a gun to prove em sum

crowd put they hands up * like a stick up

bro yo music ass quit making tracks and shut that sh*t up

my old b*tch in the past but if she want it imma give up

i done grew up with my mans then cut em off cause how he did us

(how he?)

how he did me?

i heard that he died i thank the lord that’s how it should be

i’m talkin to this b*tch she wanna f*ck i said we could meet

i just left da spot to hit her house to get my wood beat
i’m that n*gga and u ain’t

your b*tch p*ssy stank

how the f*ck you n*ggas f*ck on fat b*tches? i just can’t

i bet when she walk around it smell like fishes in the tank

i bet when i walk around i smell like money in the bank

i get tired of talkin

2022 without a car * ain’t you tired of walkin?

can’t hang with broke n*ggas i get sick * i get tired of coughin

tryna ride this wave i think he slipped, heard he died or sum

i could never fold or be a b*tch, i’m my momma son

- allenouthere lyrics

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