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spade-o - all for love lyrics
[intro: meek mill]
man, f-ck all these n-ggas
[verse 1: meek mill]
i used to have bad luck
now you might see me in the land truck
whole clique, full of real n-ggas that’ll stand up
when you see them hammers out
n-gga put yo hands up
matter fact put yo hands down n-gga man up
take this headshot, hit yo homie that’s a and1
shoot ’em, that’s for rockin’ out with shooters down til the van come
feds tapped my i-phone
metro, and my samsung
block numbers callin’ me and i don’t know if to answer
c0ke money comin’ in, rap money comin’ too
i just bought a mulsanne
sh-tted on them , number 2
homie that’s your boo-thang, my n-ggas we be runnin through
we p-ss her round like hot potato, melly hit i f-ck her too
hammer dat, ak wit’ a 50 i banana dat
lifes got it’s up and downs sorta like a camel back
if it’s beef, i don’t say a word my n-ggas handle that
put 50 on miami it won’t even turn the channel back
woah n-gga, die slow n-gga
you got booked with 10 birds and you home n-gga
i think you told n-gga, you get exposed n-gga
i easy p-ss up in yo b-tch you paid a toll n-gga
i drop, back on that paper ain’t got no racks for these haters
my n-ggas trap in the field, silver and black like the raiders
this hatin’ sh-t like a virus, n-ggas be catchin’ them vapors
i spend a mil on my crib, barely be catchin’ my neighbors
cause i don’t never be there, northside i’m heavily there
prolly be up in the hills, wit a b-tch named beverly there
i had a dream i got murdered i think the devil was there
then woke up fingers on triggers [?]
[verse 2: spade-o]
you think of me, you think of a problem
who, what, where, and how the f-ck yo family gone pay for yo coffin
hey main man we way p-ss the friend stage
n-gga left engaged, i hit you in yo face with a ten gauge
i’m from where it is, n-gga you from where the cash was
i bust a n-gga head, and make him show me where the cash was
after us there should be no more
if it was so much love it would be no war
if they all were good girls, there would be no wh0r-s
and how much fun would that be, they’re all gunnin at me
and no false alarms, so when i call to arms
all my n-ggas get wound tight like big b-lls of yarn
it’s on, drastic timing, drastic living
i mean i feel an itch, i make rash decisions
i’m a street mathematician, i blew from a 62
you wouldn’t believe the type things that white sh-t will do
from acer with the gap in his t–th
ace of spade half a mill worth of cr-p on the streets
started rappin’ on beats, and pushin’ rhymes like weight
homie go and get yours, i got mines i’m straight
spent most of my teenage years on a crate
5 dollars at a time in pursuit of bill gates
wait, i’m a n-gga you gotta see tho
i’m sum’n like a mix between debo and tim tebow
my steelo i bogard like humphry
the rims on the benz make that b-tch look comfy
chump me, i dare a n-gga try and pump me
the 4 pound a ground any n-ggas tryna jump me
get goofy my trigger finger get loosey
goosey sh-t i got blood on my gucci’s
oh well i go and get a new pair
this ain’t the same ole sh-t
this is sum’n new here
yeah it’s no fear, cause when i was serving time
they was rappin’ bout sellin’ bricks, and they were servin’ dimes
it’s fine, i move better in the dark
so when a nickel bag get sold in the park
n-gga i want in, 8’s and 9’s like i won him
but if them hoes ain’t dimes sh-t i don’t want them
i’m like a gem or like a diamond in the rough
the audemar is pristine no diamonds in the cuff
[outro]
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