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all eyes on me - verde babii & armani depaul lyrics

[intro]
(b*tch)
(armani k!lled this sh*t)
aye, all eyes on me
aye, all eyes on me (armani, this sh*t stuey, boy)
aye

[chorus]
all eyes on me, i feel like 2pac (i feel like 2pac)
it ain’t no pity, pop him up and they like, “who shot you?” (they like, “who shot you?”)
them n*ggas tried to pump him up, now they like, “who shot you?” (they like, “who shot you?”)
that n*gga ’round you ain’t your brother, he do not got you (he do not got you)
[verse]
aye, he won’t blow his slam
tried to run down on what’s his name and that n*gga ran (and that n*gga ran)
aye, you seen it firsthand (seen it firsthand)
that n*gga acting stingy with the weapon, better get your mans (better get your mans)
all еyes on v, i’m the main attraction (i’m the main attraction)
three hundrеd for a t*shirt, this expensive fashion (this expensive fashion)
b*tch, watch where you dump your ashes, this expensive fabric (this expensive fabric)
drop seventy*seven out this glock like a dallas maverick (like a dallas maverick)
aye, like i’m luka dončić (like i’m luka dončić)
them n*ggas said they on my head but they need to stop it (but they need to stop it)
every time we wiggle through the—you know we get sh*t popping
verde babii, you could catch me out in north stockton (out in north stockton)

[chorus]
all eyes on me, i feel like 2pac (i feel like 2pac)
it ain’t no pity, pop him up and they like, “who shot you?”
them n*ggas tried to pump him up, now they like, “who shot you?” (they like, “who shot you?”)
n*gga ’round you ain’t your brother, he do not got you (he do not got you)
all eyes on me, i feel like 2pac (i feel like 2pac)
it ain’t no pity, pop him up and they like, “who shot you?” (they like, “who shot you?”)
them n*ggas tried to pump him up, now they like, “who shot you?” (they like, “who shot you?”)
that n*gga ’round you ain’t your brother, he do not got you (he do not got you)

[outro]
d*mn, they like, “who shot you?”
that n*gga tried to pump him up, now they like, “who shot you?”
ain’t no pity, he do not shot you

- verde babii armani depaul lyrics

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