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letra de astaghfirullah - albee al

aye
aye, aye, aye
ave
i’m a drug addict gotta have it
i’m shooting with this rocket, feel like i’m hakeem
lil’ bro got a shot, he feel like danny green he’ll hit you from the corner and that’s by any means (three pointer)
soon as i put my coat on, tuck it in my jeans
hit a new b-tch off the honey, tryna break her spleen
like, why you posting on the ‘gram? you tryna make a scene?
you know it’s death before dishonor, ain’t nothin’ in between (lovaltv)

k!lled the opp on ramadan, he had to break his deen (d-mn)
astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah hunnid thousand on this car
b-tch. i’m john gotti, got the same moves as the mob
put your brains on the wall
put in pain for my dawgs
walk a n—- down, i ain’t gon’ lie i kinda jogged
b-tch, i’m so up you’ll need a telescope f-ck these opps n—– ’cause they h-lla broke
them n—– broke
if ain’t make it with this rap sh-t i’d be sellin’ coke

take vacation sh-t and never post
i can’t post that b-tch, wake up to mimosa sh-t
i been crossed my some n—– that i was the closest with
so when you tell a n—- that you love him, i hope it’s this i hope it’s loyalty
glock got a 30 clip, n—-, i’m focused, b-tch
i’m gettin’ motion sick
i’m on a yacht with two bad b-tches
same n—– said i wouldn’t, now they ass kissin’
‘thottie’ went number won, so i could brag different
can’t played the hood everyday ’cause my bag different
no new friends, my n—– been around lil run on his way, he knock like ten down she said she love it when i choke her while she pinned down
shawty was a six, her body done, a ten
now
is you mad ’cause you broke? (is you? is you?
or is you broke ’cause you mad?
b-tches wasn’t checkin’ for me when i was doin’ bad
just bought another watch when i could’ve bought a jag’
all these n—– watchin’ me, i’m thinkin’ that they f-gs
i think that b-tch regular, you think that b-tch bad
(she regular)

blood, sweat, and tears, ask about me, i’ve been through h-ll and back
dissin’ on the dead, now you dead, gon’
head tell ’em that
ask about the last opp we caught, got his melon cracked
we the ones that catch them rappers lackin’ and we sell it back
man, these rap n—– weak, they scared to be around me
i’m shooting with this rocket, feel like i’m hakeem
lil’ bro got a shotty, feel like danny green he’ll hit you from the corner and that’s by any means
that’s a three pointer

soon as i put my coat on, tuck it in my jeans
hit a new b-tch off the honey, tryna break her spleen
like, why you posted on the ‘gram? you tryna make a scene?
you know it’s death before dishonor, ain’t nothin’ in between (loyalty)
k!lled the opp on ramadan, he had to break his deen
astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah a hunnid thousand on this car
hunnid thousand on this car
now, who want it with the squad?
we the motherf-ckin’ mob, n—- we the motherf-ckin’, gang

- albee al

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