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d’shaun – all bad كلمات اغاني

all bad lyrics
“ay trevv”

trevv what’s popping?

yeah

[verse]

bring that hating sh_t to me
and i’ll prolly bless you
i’ll prolly break ya heart
but i’ll never stress you

you could tell i’m the realist n_gga
in the venue
i got opps, and a couple beats
up on the menu

when you living out a dream
can’t let them n_ggas pinch you
so many problems, i could give em
come and get ya issue

i don’ sold weed pills lean
and firearms
i don’ swiped the oxycodones
for tylenols
told b_tches that i loved em’
but sh_t not all
never passed me the rock
and seen me drop the ball

lord forgive me for this sh_t
i ain’t proudest of
i got the glow like leroy
thank the man above

got the juice and the mu’ f_cking moves boy
she can’t get inside the car with attitude on
and don’t you step all on the carpet with no shoes on
we want the salad and the carrots & croutons

we had them pints of that yellow
grey poupon
lil’ momma seen me counting bands
like boy what you on?

f_ck all that talking i was tweaking off the adderall
was buying guns if they was used i ain’t ask at all
turned my sh_t in at the trap and ‘came a troubadour
lotta n_ggas turned that back, but that just opened doors

now i need the lamborghini with the open doors
i gotta pretty b_tch to tiptoe on these marble floors
they should’ve never gave us money, now i’m wanting more
young n_gga tryna ball emeka okafor
i don’ ran it up so much they cut the scoreboard
i seen sauce take the money from the floorboard
so remind me what a n_gga need a wh0re for
polynesian sauced shrimp came from bora bora, uh

coach take me off the bench i’m tryna score more
was 17 selling tickets for the score more
i got love and the drugs, what you want boy
bad b_tch, she gone barber line you up boy

f_ck you good and then call yo ass a homeboy
i taught her all well, all my hoes homegrown boy

we don’ poured so many drinks my g what time it is
young rebel i ain’t even do what simon said
i want baguettes and the brioche all kinda bread
and the handmade linens with the finest threads

i, pop sh_t, fly sh_t, that united sh_t
i , write the nicest sh_t, got the midas pen
she, get high on xanax, and some vicodin
i, told her, keep it to ya self, i ont like the sh_t

yeah

break it down roll it up
breathe in sh_t
4 n_ggas we was in the car
with 10 sticks
i’m ashamed momma
i don’ hit a hundred l!cks
i feel like james dolan
i don’ sold a hundred knicks

f_ck that trapping sh_t
i’m better at this rapping sh_t
these n_ggas outchea tryna
crash like a accident

f_ck the streets
the streets ain’t never had my back ‘n sh_t
hard times what i been through
looking back at it

lotta n_ggas glorify this sh_t on this side
i don’ sat in court rooms and sat court side
i cut n_ggas off the team like apartheid
i’m on my job and these lil n_ggas part time

yeah

it’s all bad
i don’ …. in the brown bag
….

- dshaun

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