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delorean - all eyez on me كلمات الأغنية

picture me rolling
no gutter ball, i be bowling
the b-tter call, i’m holding
the other line for my homie
he told me, go undergrind on ’em, homie
i caterpill’d to the top and i b-tterfly’d on ’em slowly
blow me, you b-tches popping bologna
i’ve been at it since i was rocking saucony
i was up in them pony’s, couldn’t get the new jordans
now i’m rocking new foamies and anything they put on me
[all eyes on me]
get a glimpse of a n-gga
bet your b-tch put her lips on a n-gga
we in the strip for the paper
have these n-ggas just waiting for a favor
better holler at your neighbor
i be out of town, working on a label
hp, yeah, you know i started from the bottom
seen a little light, now look how i got ’em
f-ck it, i’m back thumping, i stay bumping that new sh-t
death before dishonor, i never meet the pool stick
i’m amped, boy, i’m back on my bullsh-t
don’t make me wax you n-ggas and run to the pulpit
they love when i talk ig’nant
f-ck y’all, mind your own business
yeah, i hock a loogie at the camera man
pac style loaded, about to do the hammer dance
four-five n-ggas in the ambulance
nine in my right, .45 in my other hand
yeah, i took it back to the trap house
them little boys got it looking like the frat house
i’m in that route until that motherf-cker map out
black out, all i see is money in this rap out
them n-ggas begging me to tap out
i’m going in like a fat n-gga when the snacks out
yeah, i keep flowing ’til they tap out
sleep on me, make a n-gga snap out, wake him up
i try my best not to break ’em up
at the same time, try and get my paper up
if you don’t like it, i don’t love it
you ain’t talking money, we ain’t talking nothing
funny how them n-ggas get to acting ruffin
make a couple dollars, think they doing something
n-ggas pillow talkin, talking with my old hype
that’s a constant problem i be dealing with my whole life
gold white pinky ring shining like a strobe light
fake sneak dissing, this is really what i don’t like
lowlife, step into the mind of a real n-gga
i can’t play no games, ain’t no spades, i can’t deal with ya
deal pickle, about to go bananas
yapping and they yelling
focus on that guacamole before you lose your melon
who you telling? i have been here before
like a three-time felon, gel’n
bailing through the streets like it’s h-ll up on my feet
heaven in my eyes, i can’t dwell up on defeat

- delorean

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