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letra de all me - sir hop

imma brag on hop because i know what he does
and how influential he is (uh, yeah)

yea-yeah yea-yeah

i remember…
when…
the young clean-shaven boy disappeared upon the masses
then reappeared bearded, spittin’ hymn’s lyrics found at the bottom of shot glasses
wait, now where the next round
move like molasses: slow, constant, and placid
he had got with his mans and
they rocked with the masks and
it was guaranteed the party hoppеd if they crashed it
somethin’ had happеned, competition went past ’em
now he lookin’ at ’em like “you luck b-st-rds”
it’s all good. he moved back to atlanta, rebranded to do damage
it took a lil minute, now it’s something he can manage
it’s a long while to cruise in his timberland boots
tryna hold notes like sustain pedals and loops
but he wake up every morning like “thank you, god”
“i’m so nice the physical might come with thank you cards”
more flows than lord knows, rappin’ like four hov’s
his hoes pour rose, might finish the song in morse code
he said until a c&d, you gone be seein’ me on dsp’s
he even droppin’ a rerelease
yeah, rockin’ red jackets like thriller
when he around, treat your girl like the strap
and conceal her
who them pretty b-tches chillin’ in the cut (that’s all me)
who the f-ck helped pull you out that rut (that’s all me)
i can smell some n-gga gas from over here (that’s all me)
shiit why you never pass it over here (that’s all me)
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me (agh)

i don’t think you heard me b-tch, i’m ridin’ dirty
yeah, pull up 7:30, i ain’t tryna hurry
yeah, i ain’t got no worries, i ain’t got no worries
yeah, i’m just stackin’ verde ’til my money st-rdy (yo)

ayo i got so many styles i should be booked as group
by the name of all me, i’ll even wear a shiny suit
with a tony curtis, maybe new yorker for my head shape (for my head shape)
i make the bed shake, get some head face
blunts for my head sp-ce
and now the gears turn
goin’ even harder for those i lost as the years turned (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
you can catch me movin’ from south atlanta to lilburn (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
if i move 21, the rest of it i will burn
i’m stealin’ time from my job tryna make these plays (what else)
if i can pull it off, that’s nearly 200 a day (what else)
shoutout my ex, she kept me low, gave me somewhere to lay (what else)
soon as this sh-t pop, i’m sendin’ somethin’ her way
yeah i’m real and i ain’t even gotta talk it up
mixin’ green and purple strains, blunt look like milwaukee bucks
imma try to put you on to what’s realer
don’t say sh-t, just gone and face it, like concealer
who them pretty b-tches chillin’ in the cut (that’s all me)
who the f-ck helped pull you out that rut (that’s all me)
i can smell some n-gga gas from over here (that’s all me)
shiit why you never pass it over here (that’s all me)
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me
it’s all me (agh)

- sir hop

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