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otm - all she wrote lyrics

[intro]
(smoov, what’s good, baby?)

[chorus: duffy]
n_gga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don’t know nothin’ ’bout even
had to blow him out his boots, he ain’t know i was a demon?
stinc team, we the truth, n_gga, i’m just bein’ honest
see this big bank buddah bling_blaow like a comet
competition with me, i can’t lie, n_ggas jokes
bounced out with blower, n_gga thought he seen a ghost
all these broke n_ggas mad, i hopin’ n_ggas takin’ notes
nina chalk zoned the block, i guess that was all she wrote

[verse 1: duffy]
see the wheels on the bus, why you save her? she a roller
i’m a chrome hearted n_gga, and it’s only gettin’ colder
ptsd, i got thе devil on my shoulder
out herе thirsty for a loafy, i suggest you hand it over
got the drop on him, it feel like i found treasure
play ball with the stincs? h_ll nah, n_gga, never
i find it pretty g_y when they try not to give us credit
all these n_ggas in they feelings, we must really be some pressure
w_lly_nilly, reckless, five straps on the dresser
why would i be worried? n_ggas know i’m out here steppin’
take that sh_t off, that ain’t it unless we said it
be prepared to tear it off or you can hit the exit
[chorus: duffy]
n_gga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don’t know nothin’ ’bout even
had to blow him out his boots, he ain’t know i was a demon?
stinc team, we the truth, n_gga, i’m just bein’ honest
see this big bank buddah bling_blaow like a comet
competition with me, i can’t lie, n_ggas jokes
bounced out with blower, n_gga thought he seen a ghost
all these broke n_ggas mad, i hopin’ n_ggas takin’ notes
nina chalk zoned the block, i guess that was all she wrote

[verse 2: blue pesos]
i’m a too greedy stinc, you should know i like to boast
i don’t show no love, stop sayin’ i’m your bro
his brain a root beer float, what you mean muggin’ for?
i got medusa on my neck, i might blind you with these stones
war jones on my stiffler but my neck kickboxin’
who gon’ stop me if you lackin’ in your whip hotboxin’?
all smoke, call the rosters, 2pac’d him, big poppin’
don’t be mad ’cause your hottie wanna be a thotiana
fifteen thousand on my neck, you hollywood, yes, that
this e_sig smoke good, ain’t no need for camo bags
it get hectic in the field, this ruler here for safety measure
you wanna be a stinc member? f_ck off, n_gga, never
your bars ain’t up to par, maybe you should get better
this a strap and some hundreds in my off_white leather
heavyweight chops, you wanna box? you a featherweight
suggest you calm down ‘fore this situation escalate
[chorus: duffy]
n_gga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don’t know nothin’ ’bout even
had to blow him out his boots, he ain’t know i was a demon?
stinc team, we the truth, n_gga, i’m just bein’ honest
see this big bank buddah bling_blaow like a comet
competition with me, i can’t lie, n_ggas jokes
bounced out with blower, n_gga thought he seen a ghost
all these broke n_ggas mad, i hopin’ n_ggas takin’ notes
nina chalk zoned the block, i guess that was all she wrote

[verse 3: ralfy the plug]
hm, that was all she wrote
she thought she was gon’ pay me and see the stars, b_tch lost her hope
they like, “ralfy trippin’, he on _rs_nal mode”
exotic stincy buds, usin’ the torch to burn the smoke
stinc team self_made bosses, we got it on our own
we not gettin’ rich off raps, we gettin’ rich off clothes
in the booth talkin’ factual sh_t tryna p_ss off folks
to get these boogers in my ear, i had to dig in my nose
you n_ggas can never be on the sh_t i’m on
thought he was f_ckin’ with me, i’m tryna be off the sh_t he on
crack a n_gga egg and do magic tricks with the chicken like benihanas
mixmatchin’ designer, today it’s givenchy and dolce gabbana, the plug

- otm lyrics

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