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letra de all day (remix) - hass irv

[intro: hass irv]
(d-mn, slim, track boomin’)
hassy
hassy irv
yeah
we ’bout to have fun with this sh-t
i want to see y’all pull out
all your f-cking cash
all them racks you be talkin’ ’bout
i want to see that sh-t
i’m in the bank
and it’s still no opps
let’s get it

[verse 1: g herbo]
gang, we fresh on the scene, we f-ck up the scene, we walk in the club
opps can’t walk in the club
why? we gon’ shoot it up
b-tch, i, i don’t give no hugs
why? my necklace a dub
g herbo get dough, smoke dope, and get fly
in chrome heart drip, this sh-t hot, they want me ’cause i’m lit now, b-tch, bye
i came dolo ’cause, b-tch, i’m a gangster
when i’m out in new york, i shank you
strap with a .40 glock, i ain’t no stranger
real street n-gga, i ain’t gon’ changе
i don’t know fear yet but i know danger
hanging out likе the roof of the ranger
[verse 2: hass irv]
you said you got that drip? your sh-t from the spot, my sh-t from the store
uh, you say you got them racks, every time i shop, it’s fifty or more
ay, you said you flip them packs, i got one too, my sh-t for the low
ay, say you got a freak for me, i don’t want that b-tch ’cause i know she a ho
i ain’t seen no opps last time i was up in the bank (no)
i ain’t seen no opps last time i was boarding a plane (h-ll, no)
they really think they’re in my lane, the f-ck? is these n-ggas insane?
this year i might go out the honda best year i hop out the range (skrt)
doctor told me that i’m sick in the brain, a beast that can never be tamed (hass)
f-ck all these hoes, i’m in love with the game, go crazy, i think i’m deranged
up in the gym, trying to work on my aim, just trying to work on my range
hey, grouture the jeans, balenci the frames, ay (drip, ay)
she know i won’t wife but she still make my cellphone ring (brr, brr)
count two hundred racks then go buy a two-tone chain (ice, ice)
i can’t f-ck with no broke b-tch, n-gga, my new ho paid
how the f-ck you smoke a whole ounce? i been sitting in the booth all day
how you got a hunned on the dash? i been sitting in the coupe all day
why the f-ck you got so many haters? i be speaking the truth all day (facts, hassy)
yeah, with my n-ggas on the stoop all day
yeah, remember i was eating soup all day (hassy, what?)
jimmy went and hit a l!ck broad day
hop out the matte then i hop in the chrome, like gta
thought i was no one, just type it on chrome, b-tch, you could find my name
they stealing my flow, these n-ggas ain’t got no shame
they talking ’bout poles, these n-ggas ally got no aim
they smoking on reg’, these n-ggas ain’t go no strains
go hard in the paint like kobe without no ring
he went to the hood, he left it with no chain
sitting in the booth all day
i been sitting in the coupe all day
i been speaking the truth all day
yeah, with my n-ggas on the stoop all day

- hass irv

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