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thf lil law - all talk كلمات الأغنية

[intro: thf lil law]
grr (shut the f_ck up, man)
huh, huh, huh, i don’t wanna hear that sh_t, man (all them n_ggas do is f_ckin’ talk, man)
tss_tss_tss_tss_tss, what up? (b_tch ass)
shoutout the handlers only, n_gga (goldchains, n_gga, man, you n_ggas hoes)
uh, yeah

[chorus: thf lil law]
they all talk, it’s been months since they homie died, ain’t nothin’ get caught (they got him)
my homie died, the same night and next day, all our guns went off (brr)
n_ggas got, shh, i can’t give that up, gotta watch my mouth (shh)
n_ggas dyin’ for clout, we gon’ have his f_ckin’ funeral crowded (we gon’ fill that b_tch up quick)
i’m on my opps’ block right now, lookin’ for somethin’, browsin’ (i don’t see n0body)
make you board your houses, 7.62 knock the windows out it
my opps can’t f_ck with me, i’ll give ’em a hundred, they show we a hundred thousand
i was flat broke, i took a n_gga, i always talk about it

[verse 1: thf lil law]
i can’t go broke, i got a spot do thousands, all power (what you want?)
i got a spot sell rocks and blows (i got it in), the pеople beatin’ down the door wild
i got a whitе b_tch rockstar, i call her miley cyrus
she paid me 3k for a ‘bow of ice, i get it for a thousand
my opps broke as f_ck (hahaha), i talk about ’em proud
they shop at h&m, my socks cost his fit, my ricks a thousand
amiris thirteen_fifty, my glock was eleven hundred, i got that with me
it got a brr on the back of that b_tch and i paid a benji (brr)
“ayy, law, f_ck that outfit, i want you to pop it, n_gga” (pop it)
i got precision, if i up this b_tch and pop it, n_ggas hit up (boy, i really swing, n_gga)
“nah, pop it, tell ’em how y’all got the city and get busy” (opps done or what?)
yeah, them thf n_ggas stand on business, all glizzies, layin’ law (oh, you know we got this b_tch, 4469, what up?)
you know y’all gon’ go through that b_tch all wop
jumped out, stood over his ass, he was cryin’ like, “y’all, stop” (brr)
and if it’s that, we gon’ come through with that rick on y’all block
chicken_ass n_ggas, pot pies, i’ma get ’em all boxed
[chorus: thf lil law]
they all talk, it’s been months since they homie died, ain’t nothin’ get caught (hahahaha)
my homie died, the same night and next day, all our guns went off (brr)
n_ggas got, shh, i can’t give that up, gotta watch my mouth (ayy, you we shut n_ggas up, man)
n_ggas dyin’ for clout, we gon’ have his f_ckin’ funeral crowded (ayy, we gon’ fill that b_tch up quick)
i’m on my opps’ block right now, lookin’ for somethin’, browsin’ (i don’t see n0body)
make you board your houses, 7.62 knock the windows out it (ayy, we put n_ggas up for real, man)
my opps can’t f_ck with me, i’ll give ’em a hundred, they show we a hundred thousand (ayy, show me some sh_t, i’ll give to you)
i was flat broke, i took a n_gga, i always talk about it

[verse 2: g herbo]
ask about no limit, they know we’ll pull up, drench the world (grr)
i retired my jersey at eighteen ’cause i did it early
four_nick’ hit a skinny n_gga, broke his bones and made him twirl (woo)
glock 10 hit a big n_gga, fold him up and make him curly (boom, boom, boom)
all the k!llers know me ’round the city ’cause i’m thorough (swerv)
i got hitters from lake shore up to stony, f_ck merrill (p_ssy)
n_ggas made a rap diss, we caught— boxed his world (no bap)
his big bro wanna smoke with me because i f_cked his girl (d_mn)
long live my sis, baby d and long live big rodie (yeah)
i don’t give a f_ck ’bout sh_t, i keep a stick on me
on the 9, i got rank, i’m like a big homie
told big opp, “i’ll let this b_tch off right now by my lonely”
n_ggas hate me, see me to my face and call me brodie (what up?)
i’ll never respect a n_gga who backdoor his homies
if g herbo feel some disrespect, you know he gon’ tweak
if you wanna play ball, come on the checks, gon’ be a long week

- thf lil law

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