letra de all black - mannyvelli
[intro]
yeah, let’s go
ha, yeah
been off too many perc’s i ain’t sleep in like a week
[?] these n-ggas be leeches
[?]
(aye manny, this joint crank fool)
[chorus]
pop ten perc’s ’cause i’m fighting them demons
ain’t f-ckin’ with n-ggas these n-ggas be leeches
back on that old sh-t k!ll him when i see him
he throwing white flags he really don’t mean it
got shot in his chest, he really can’t breathe
i stay with .23 like i’m draymond green
too many twenties in love with the green
we sliding at night all you see is a beam
keep me a fifth, up and i hit
i don’t need no time need a bust-down wrist
he at the light, let off likе six
young n-gga slide, catch him a vic’
bg want a body he geeking to hit
got a b-tch from nevada shе eat up the d-ck
got shots for the party this sh-t can get lit
we slid on the opps in an all-black whip
[verse]
uh, switch up the plates
feeling like weezy i can’t feel my face
i shot a junkie he was late on the payment
the life i’m living i could die any day
i got a hundred racks that sh-t in the safe
i’m ducking 12 and i’m fighting the case
uh, keep me a glock, you gotta be safe
we slide with that sh-t, he got hit with the drac’
knock-knock-knock he got hit at the door
and we double-back b-tch and we hit at that porch
southeast b-tch got too much torch
might get a ap ’cause i stayed down for it
got a fast-ass car so you know i got horses
ain’t sign no deal but i got new endors-m-nts
cold outside and i’m still wearing forces
got a short-ass temper but i don’t show no remorse
[chorus]
pop ten perc’s ’cause i’m fighting them demons
ain’t f-ckin’ with n-ggas these n-ggas be leeches
back on that old sh-t k!ll him when i see him
he throwing white flags he really don’t mean it
got shot in his chest, he really can’t breathe
i stay with .23 like i’m draymond green
too many twenties in love with the green
we sliding at night all you see is a beam
keep me a fifth, up and i hit
i don’t need no time need a bust-down wrist
he at the light, let off like six
young n-gga slide, catch him a vic’
bg want a body he geeking to hit
got a b-tch from nevada she eat up the d-ck
got shots for the party this sh-t can get lit
we slid on the opps in an all-black whip
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