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letra de all love - heembeezy & wizz havinn

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[intro: heembeezy]
yeah, yeah, b-tch
turn me up
yeah
n-gga, yeah

[chorus: heembeezy]
let’s be real, n-gga, i’m too legit, all my b-tches ain’t average
never lackin’, it’s me and my dog, two glocks up in traffic
yeah, my b-tch trippin’ on my b-tch, all y’all hoes could add me
think she stupid, i don’t even got no kids, she callin’ me daddy
yeah, i’m in the club with all of my thugs, pockets full of dubs
b-tch ain’t wanna f-ck when i was broke, now she beggin’ for hugs
sorry, boo, i forgot to text you, but it’s all love
if i ain’t answer i was gettin’ money or high off of drugs

[verse 1: heembeezy]
yeah, she wanna f-ck me off the percocet, she f-ck with pеrky s-x
my b-tch bad, she look like rihanna, i want hеr for dinner
yeah, that’s my bad, i had left the trojan, i left it up in her
and got a bag, she ain’t used to it, so i had to hustle in it
yeah, i can’t go outside without my nina
i could never be trippin’ off no b-tch, dog, you can keep her
nah, n-gga, i don’t need her
yeah, let her put my chain on
that p-ssy make a n-gga wanna go put a ring on it
b-tch tat my name on her
[chorus: heembeezy]
let’s be real, n-gga, i’m too legit, all my b-tches ain’t average
never lackin’, it’s me and my dog, two glocks up in traffic
yeah, my b-tch trippin’ on my b-tch, all y’all hoes could add me
think she stupid, i don’t even got no kids, she callin’ me daddy

[verse 2: wizz havinn]
n-gga play before the club, we just gon’ clear the parking lot (we gon’ clear the parking lot)
pull up wide-body kit and takin’ up two parking spots (uh)
cap-ass n-gga just talk a lot (talk a lot), say he street, i know he not (know he not)
reach for this, he know he shot (baow, baow), n-gga be workin’ with the cops (uh)
we be surfin’ on the blocks (yeah), puttin’ work in on the pot (skrrt, skrrt)
pull up, catch a play, then i’m out (i’m out), i be where n-ggas is not (they not)
i can eyeball that sh-t, i ain’t gotta use no clock (i don’t need it)
two-tone carti’ on my wrist and this b-tch got stupid rocks (yeah, yeah)

[chorus: heembeezy]
let’s be real, n-gga, i’m too legit, all my b-tches ain’t average
never lackin’, it’s me and my dog, two glocks up in traffic
yeah, my b-tch trippin’ on my b-tch, all y’all hoes could add me
think she stupid, i don’t even got no kids, she callin’ me daddy
yeah, i’m in the club with all of my thugs, pockets full of dubs
b-tch ain’t wanna f-ck when i was broke, now she beggin’ for hugs
sorry, boo, i forgot to text you, but it’s all love
if i ain’t answer i was gettin’ money or high off of drugs

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