letra de all in - 247 jay
[intro]
(yeah, i gotta avoid fake love, it’s fake)
[chorus]
bae, you know [?]
keep a glock in case the opps around me
girl, you now i’m all in, oh, nah, nah, i’ma leave you with a kid, oh, yeah, yeah
[verse]
leave you with a kid
bae come close ’cause i’m tryna get a kiss
pop it right up, tryna hit it like this
she ain’t even pick up when i sent her a text, yeah, yeah [?], oh, yeah, she ain’t even pick up and i sent her a text
me and my bro, we be out tryna slide, gat on a n-gga, but i’m still feelin’ right, and i know a couple n-ggas still finna die
i be tryna tell y’all most these n-ggas high
on the road, highway
n-gga ain’t slidin’ ’bout my way
spin it, and get it again, i can’t be dumb and just show out my hand better not be slow, i’ma blow it at men
fell out with them, now they plottin’ on me
count my bag, run it up on these n-ggas
downfall is gon’ [?]
mama know i’m ahead of my time
through the night, i be countin’ them bands
stealin’ from me, i’ma cut off your hands, my n-ggas know i’m comin’ like that, uh
did me so wrong, i really ain’t think you was bummin’ like that
you did me dirt, and i ain’t wanna see you comin’ back
was with me when i was a lame, now i’m up and they feelin’ ashamed, you don’t know what to say, uh, i feel your feelings is fake, uh
pop a n-gga, right now, uh, oh, blood rushin’ out his body, ’cause we in the gunsmoke town, (huh, huh?)
got a problem with me n-gga?
we poppin’, takin’ different drugs all night, ain’t stoppin’, and i walk around with this glock in my pocket
yeah, “you ain’t tough”, “you ain’t cut”, well, b-tch, i came out of the mud
feelings gon’ fall because, ain’t no love, b-tch, i’m abusin’ drugs
[chorus]
bae, you know [?], keep a glock in case the opps around me, girl, you know i’m all in, oh, nah, nah, i’m tryna leave you with a kid, oh, yeah, yeah, leave you with a kid
[outro]
i saw an opp, we creepin’, yeah, and for my brother i [?]
wanted to be like lil’ [?]
i can’t get tricked off the streets, yeah
you know i ain’t worried ’bout no money (’bout no money)
bae, come let me feel on your stummy
where you at, girl?
yeah, i like your swag, girl
yeah, you like my raps
i don’t wan’t no title
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