Testo All By My Lonely - Lil Keed feat. Yung Mal
Testo della canzone All By My Lonely (Lil Keed feat. Yung Mal), tratta dall'album Keed Talk To 'Em
Got it on smash
Nah, real nigga shit, know what I'm sayin?
Mario!
I saw myself about you
Oh, oh
Oh yeah
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 don't need no nigga, I spaz
Oh yeah, this a new bankroll
Oh yeah, talkin' 'bout the shit you can't fold
Oh yeah, I'm standin' ten toes
Oh yeah, and I'ma keep my pole
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 smash, 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
We got trap houses out the four way
And I ain't never been a scared nigga
All my young nigga wildin'
And all I hang around is dreadheads
Platted up like rastas
Montana shootin' at your damn 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 pussy 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
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 don't need no nigga, I spaz
Oh yeah, this a new bankroll
Oh yeah, talkin' 'bout the shit you can't fold
Oh yeah, I'm standin' ten toes
Oh yeah, and I'ma keep my pole
I'ma keep my pole
I'ma stand ten toes
Gotta ride with my bros
Just like a junkie we want smoke
I done seen niggas that hard, they fold
Watch these niggas go out sad for these hoes
The same hoe fucked the gang and they gold
Young nigga 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
Nigga be bold, seen so much shit that I never told
Yeah, this shit gettin' hard but I never fold
32 shots in the Glock when I pop and I make them get low
Bitch, 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 fuck around, no, no, I have young niggas at your front door
I'm in a brand new coupe this shit so fast
Got a bag, can't look back
Niggas is mad, I just laugh
I bust down with the hood, don't grime
I bust down my wrist, just dance
Droppin' the top on the coupe, blowin' this cash
Just like a fan
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 don't need no nigga, I spaz
Oh yeah, this a new bankroll
Oh yeah, talkin' 'bout the shit you can't fold
Oh yeah, I'm standin' ten toes
Oh yeah, and I'ma keep my pole
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Demario Priester, Samuel David Jimenez, Raqhid Render, Young Mal
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