
all 4 you 1oneam
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[Intro]
Talk down, then we spray at you (Yeah)
Cut him like umbilical (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Aye
S-Swervin' in a Aston
P-Puffing on no ashes
G-G-Get that bag , lil' nigga, I told you, I'm finna have it
He wan' talk down on the gang, we causing havoc
Aye, all black tinted windows, nigga, you know I ain't riding flashy
She can suck my dick, like fuck it, I ain't finna catch it
Aye, bi-bitch, I need my cheese, I need my checks, I'm finna cash it
You can't spend the night lil' baby, you know that I'm taxing
Ri-Riding in that V12 coupe, no this ain't no taxi
Ha, talk down then we spray at you, you know I ain't lacking
[Verse]
Yeah, talk down that we spray at you
Racks, they coming, they so blue
Niggas fake, they so fu'
She eat it up like some food
Aye, these niggas be middle mans
Talk down nih', come get yo' mans
Who is you?, I got too many plans
Throw in the air, got too many bands
She wanna fuck, tryna be her friend
I see the fake niggas straight through the lens
Ha, I get the blue like the crayons
Ayy, get a Glock, juggin' his mans
Cut him like umbilical
H-Hell nah gang, nah, we not cool
I spent a grand on my shoes
You tryna work? Bad news
Talk down, then we spray at you (Yeah)
Cut him like umbilical (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Aye
S-Swervin' in a Aston
P-Puffing on no ashes
G-G-Get that bag , lil' nigga, I told you, I'm finna have it
He wan' talk down on the gang, we causing havoc
Aye, all black tinted windows, nigga, you know I ain't riding flashy
She can suck my dick, like fuck it, I ain't finna catch it
Aye, bi-bitch, I need my cheese, I need my checks, I'm finna cash it
You can't spend the night lil' baby, you know that I'm taxing
Ri-Riding in that V12 coupe, no this ain't no taxi
Ha, talk down then we spray at you, you know I ain't lacking
[Verse]
Yeah, talk down that we spray at you
Racks, they coming, they so blue
Niggas fake, they so fu'
She eat it up like some food
Aye, these niggas be middle mans
Talk down nih', come get yo' mans
Who is you?, I got too many plans
Throw in the air, got too many bands
She wanna fuck, tryna be her friend
I see the fake niggas straight through the lens
Ha, I get the blue like the crayons
Ayy, get a Glock, juggin' his mans
Cut him like umbilical
H-Hell nah gang, nah, we not cool
I spent a grand on my shoes
You tryna work? Bad news
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