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letra de all by my lonely - lil keed

[intro: lil keed]
gotta go smash
nah, real n-gg- sh-t, know what i’m sayin?
mario!
i [?] myself about you
ohh, ohh
oh yeah

[chorus: lil keed]
hop in the coupe
hop in the coupe
i’m going fast
i’m rockin’ these shows, not standin’ these hoes
not goin’ out sad
this for my bros, who been here all along
i got your back
i dip out there all by my lonely i dont need no n-gg- i spaz
oh yeah, this a new bankroll
oh yeah, talkin’ bout the sh-t you can’t fold
oh yeah, i’m standin’ ten toes
oh yeah, and imma keep my pole

[verse 1: lil keed]
i’ll never let you go back to what you’re used to
tryna’ show you somethin’ different but you didn’t have no clue
you can have her back bro, yeah i been smashed ooh ooh
it wasn’t what i thought it was, yeah i had to tell the truth
just ’cause i’m in that bentley
don’t think i won’t shoot out in broad day
say conley money be the best money
got trap houses out the four way
and i ain’t never been a scared n-gg-
all my young n-gg- wildin’
and all i hang around is dreadheads
platted up like rastas
montana shootin’ at your d-mn head
yeah real top shotta
he handle his business and go to bed
he ain’t even think about you
diamonds on ya toes and all baby
love the way they look on ya
that p-ssy might not be talkin’ bout nothin’
but you got some good lips on you
we slime em out gotta slime em all the way can’t even leave nothin’
i’m with crips but i’m bleeding
i’m posted on 250 bleveland
hey, hey
hey, hey

[verse 2: yung mal]
imma keep my pole
imma stand ten toes
gotta ride with my bros
just like a junkie we want smoke
i done seen n-gg-s that hard, they fold
watch these n-gg-s go out sad for these hoes
the same hoe f-cked the gang and they gold
young n-gg- cold, never let go
i done had me some long nights on that road
trappin’ hard, talkin’ bout range
cleveland the snow, gotta go hard
get a bankroll, play yo’ card
n-gg- be bold, seen so much sh-t that i never told
yeah this sh-t gettin’ hard but i never fold
32 shots in the glock when i pop and i make them get low
b-tch ain’t crazy yeah she know who got them low
i’m with lil keed, hood baby wipe your nose
pockets stay on swole, haters fall like dominoes
i don’t f-ck around no no, i have young n-gg-s at your front door
i’m in a brand new coupe this sh-t so fast
gotta bag, can’t look back
n-gg-s is mad, i just laugh
i bust down with the hood, dont [?]
i bust down my wrist just dance
droppin’ the top on the coupe, blowin’ this cash
just like a fan

- lil keed

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