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letra de all day - trl

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)
(mk, you like a wizard with this sh-t)
f-ck
camp boyz, n-gga
ayy, ayy, ayy (lorenz, don’t stop)

[verse 1]
i’m tryna catch these n-ggas out, it’s takin’ all day
with two b-tches and they both goin’ both ways
tell that b-tch to blow my d-ck while i blow dank
he a lame, tell that n-gga get out your face

[verse 2]
high as h-ll, paranoid, brodie, where the k?
i hope them n-ggas slide, man, that sh-t’ll make my day
i got a lil’ ghetto b-tch, she love settin’ plays
he was thinkin’ with his d-ck and now he gettin’ flammed

[verse 3]
so many blues in my pocket like i’m bangin’ crip
b-tch, you know i’m the one that’s gon’ make a flip
why would i put it in your hand? can’t even move a zip
let the fin bang on him like i’m shawn kemp

[verse 4: ybe dc]
b-tch, it’s big fifty-four, i’m with trl
i just put an ass on the chop, it got a bbl
brothers caught an opp and got to bangin’, it was quick as h-ll
he was in the field, but he ain’t score, that n-gga tony snell
[verse 5]
he was gang ’til i cut him off, he showed me he’d tell
you snake your mans for some money, that sh-t weak as h-ll
i’d rather starve with my n-ggas than eat by myself
i’m gucci, i don’t effect love, it’s gucci on my belt

[verse 6]
i’ll take a n-gga sh-t but i ain’t gotta steal
i know a n-gga still shootin’ with robotic limbs
that n-gga mart always off exotic meds
b-tch, it’s time to get dizzy, i’m tryna spin

[verse 7]
heard n-ggas want me dead, alright, bet they time tickin’
meanwhile, wrist froze, i can’t tell what time is it
somewhere tryna blow a hundred m’s like i’m miles bridges
i’ll spin they block a hundred times long as mine tinted

[verse 8]
i’ll hit the block again with a chop, rain with it
that’s what happened every time if you bring my name in it
it ain’t hard to tell that y’all n-ggas don’t get it
i’ll take what you make, n-gga, and make it rain with it

[verse 9]
i ain’t gon’ lie, it’s over season if you ain’t mans
i told unc’ stretch the work, he gotta make it last
a n-gga catch me out, he better make that pistol blamp
’cause if he don’t, i’ma leave that b-tch-ass n-gga dead
[verse 10]
these green tips f-ck you up like green tea shots
my b-tches bad at me, i would’ve bought a pink glock
this n-gga think he f-ckin’ with me and i think not
every time you see me, [?] but i ain’t [?]

[verse 11]
they like, “tell me what you want out this sh-t”
you ain’t gotta say it, b-tch, i know i’m the sh-t
take that sh-t up with them, i’m not goin’ for it
before pennies hit the ground, she was throwin’ a fit

[verse 12]
everytime i’m outside, i be posted with stick
they say n-ggas tryna ride, i already know that sh-t
i can never hide, i be ready for a hit
if the feds takin’ pictures, they gon’ see me fresh as sh-t

[verse 13]
if the feds take a pic, i’m skied up
they won’t see a face
them b-tches try to fl!ck me, i get shifty, take ’em on a chase
put the track’ in track, once it catch, bet i get away
probably did a drill in this b-tch, time to switch the plates

[verse 14]
n-gga, why the f-ck is you breathin’? you ain’t gettin’ pape’
the boys hit the lights when we leave him, we don’t hit the breaks
you tryna spend the night? b-tch, you tweakin’, i just want the face
b-tch, we be swimmin’, they sinkin’, we is not the same
on gang, n-gga

- trl

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