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all she wrote - otm lyrics

[intro]
(smoov, what’s good, baby?)

[chorus: duffy]
n*gga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don’t know nothin’ ’bout even
had to blow him out his boots, he ain’t know i was a demon?
stinc team, we the truth, n*gga, i’m just bein’ honest
see this big bank buddah bling*blaow like a comet
competition with me, i can’t lie, n*ggas jokes
bounced out with blower, n*gga thought he seen a ghost
all these broke n*ggas mad, i hopin’ n*ggas takin’ notes
nina chalk zoned the block, i guess that was all she wrote

[verse 1: duffy]
see the wheels on the bus, why you save her? she a roller
i’m a chrome hearted n*gga, and it’s only gettin’ colder
ptsd, i got thе devil on my shoulder
out herе thirsty for a loafy, i suggest you hand it over
got the drop on him, it feel like i found treasure
play ball with the stincs? h*ll nah, n*gga, never
i find it pretty g*y when they try not to give us credit
all these n*ggas in they feelings, we must really be some pressure
w*lly*nilly, reckless, five straps on the dresser
why would i be worried? n*ggas know i’m out here steppin’
take that sh*t off, that ain’t it unless we said it
be prepared to tear it off or you can hit the exit
[chorus: duffy]
n*gga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don’t know nothin’ ’bout even
had to blow him out his boots, he ain’t know i was a demon?
stinc team, we the truth, n*gga, i’m just bein’ honest
see this big bank buddah bling*blaow like a comet
competition with me, i can’t lie, n*ggas jokes
bounced out with blower, n*gga thought he seen a ghost
all these broke n*ggas mad, i hopin’ n*ggas takin’ notes
nina chalk zoned the block, i guess that was all she wrote

[verse 2: blue pesos]
i’m a too greedy stinc, you should know i like to boast
i don’t show no love, stop sayin’ i’m your bro
his brain a root beer float, what you mean muggin’ for?
i got medusa on my neck, i might blind you with these stones
war jones on my stiffler but my neck kickboxin’
who gon’ stop me if you lackin’ in your whip hotboxin’?
all smoke, call the rosters, 2pac’d him, big poppin’
don’t be mad ’cause your hottie wanna be a thotiana
fifteen thousand on my neck, you hollywood, yes, that
this e*sig smoke good, ain’t no need for camo bags
it get hectic in the field, this ruler here for safety measure
you wanna be a stinc member? f*ck off, n*gga, never
your bars ain’t up to par, maybe you should get better
this a strap and some hundreds in my off*white leather
heavyweight chops, you wanna box? you a featherweight
suggest you calm down ‘fore this situation escalate
[chorus: duffy]
n*gga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don’t know nothin’ ’bout even
had to blow him out his boots, he ain’t know i was a demon?
stinc team, we the truth, n*gga, i’m just bein’ honest
see this big bank buddah bling*blaow like a comet
competition with me, i can’t lie, n*ggas jokes
bounced out with blower, n*gga thought he seen a ghost
all these broke n*ggas mad, i hopin’ n*ggas takin’ notes
nina chalk zoned the block, i guess that was all she wrote

[verse 3: ralfy the plug]
hm, that was all she wrote
she thought she was gon’ pay me and see the stars, b*tch lost her hope
they like, “ralfy trippin’, he on *rs*nal mode”
exotic stincy buds, usin’ the torch to burn the smoke
stinc team self*made bosses, we got it on our own
we not gettin’ rich off raps, we gettin’ rich off clothes
in the booth talkin’ factual sh*t tryna p*ss off folks
to get these boogers in my ear, i had to dig in my nose
you n*ggas can never be on the sh*t i’m on
thought he was f*ckin’ with me, i’m tryna be off the sh*t he on
crack a n*gga egg and do magic tricks with the chicken like benihanas
mixmatchin’ designer, today it’s givenchy and dolce gabbana, the plug

- otm lyrics

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