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letra de all in* - chuckyy

lyrics from snippet

[chuckyy & lil uzi vert]
yeah, huh, yeah, yeah
we goin’ up, yeah (huh)
we goin’ up, yeah [?] bp trucks, yeah (woah)
all my hoes got fat b-tts and they all don’t give no f-cks, nah
i’m sippin’ codeine like a cup, i might fall down, i need me a crutch or somethin’, yeah

[lil uzi vert & chuckyy]
i said i’m all in (yeah)
the only thing to is just keep ballin’ (oh, yeah)
she told me that she don’t usually keep callin’ (f-ck, ayy)
she told me that she don’t do this at all
i know that you know that this all for lil’ baby
i’m really not goin’ with the talkin’, lil’ baby
fn on me, know i be sharkin’, lil’ baby (yeah)
that suv fast as a ‘rari, lil’ baby
squeaky lil’ thing when she ate it like fish sticks
so much money from [?], lil’ baby (woah)
look at my neck, yeah, that sh-t like the ’80s
tеll me why you say your life like thе ’80s?
two-four-six, i spend me an eighty (yeah)
spittin’ this sh-t like i really got rabies
b-tch, i got vv’s, your diamonds so jiffy
carousel, i don’t know which side to go, baby
i can’t even say these n-ggas be hatin’ (woah)
most of the time these n-ggas not relatin’
burn like nine times out until you
see me with a b-tch, we had relations (go, woah)
[chuckyy & lil uzi vert]
100k to slide out the back with it, yeah
been tourin’ ’round this sp-ceship
don’t give a f-ck ’bout the law, we’ll take it there
ain’t none of this sh-t gon’ tame us
i got all these chains on ny time, most of this sh-t in containers
same thing with my money, can’t fit in a pocket, i remember this sh-t gettin’ taped up
30k, i make that on a wake up (yeah)
80k, i spend that by night time (yeah)
yeah, i’m f-ckin’ with shawty, she light bright
i’m f-ckin’ with shawty, she my kind (trim)
know your money a part of my sunshine (yeah)
get up every day, i’ma run down (yeah, yeah)
get up every day and you pop percs (yeah)
and the fatty, wanna f-ck up your gut kind (woah, slatt)
in the field, bloodbathh my startin’ five
he was once robbed, but now he a dead guy (yeah)
i had g3, sh-t got [fares] ties
free smurk, sh-t got my head frontin’
dude on his shoulder, i don’t wanna hear ’bout it
i wanna k!ll a n-gga, got a lot of hoes sorry, don’t you? (oh, yeah)
my main shooters don’t talk back ’cause they ain’t some rats, huh, i don’t want you knowin’
i’m only in fast car, no seatbelt, just vibin’ (yeah)
get your main freak, she ke-keep wildin’
want me a fre-freak ho from the island (huh)
they ain’t know i’m the cheat code, i’m stylin’ (uh)
i put it on everything, i was f-cked up
took me to court, like this keep gon’ buyin’
picked up the tracks one time, so i’m a pilot
bangin’ loud on an opp, i did that (yeah)
[lil uzi vert]
i said i’m all in […]

- chuckyy

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