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Allblack Literally

[Intro]
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Gettin' saucy (Guap, guap, guap, guap)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow

[Chorus]
I got that dog shit on me, literally
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy
I got that linebacker on me, literally
I really hate guns, but I keep it for my enemies
I got that dog shit on me, literally
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy
I got that linebacker on me, literally
When I bump into you, nigga, keep that same energy
[Verse 1]
I got bags I need to check, literally
I got a Earl Lacquer that'll hit-stick you, literally
Put on all red and slide down your chimney
Bag all on LeBron, have your family up and visit me
My clеats, they from six thousand miles away
Up in Ruth Chris with a toothpick, I just knocked from San Josе
I'm 'bout Velveeta, Frito-Lay
Do-Re-Mi-Fa-La, hahaha, yeah, okay
I'm not afraid to say I'm better than niggas
You in the ocean, snorkelin', I'm still wetter than niggas
Steve McNair with this nine, not Heckler &, nigga
You a motherfuckin' rookie, I'm a veteran, nigga

[Chorus]
I got that dog shit on me, literally
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy
I got that linebacker on me, literally
I really hate guns, but I keep it for my enemies
I got that dog shit on me, literally
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy
I got that linebacker on me, literally
When I bump into you, nigga, keep that same energy

[Verse 2]
You want a dog or a cornball?
You want a winner or a pretender?
Make sure you know what you signed up for
I ain't no ho, I bet whatever on the [?][1:28]
You tired of losin' with a loser, bitch, grab your coat
I'm too old to play games, this ain't Nintendo 64
I put paint where it ain't, I put traps in the safe
You gon' cry in the Lyft, or you gon' cry in the Wraith?
We could f..ck overseas or we could f..ck at the lake
You seen a nigga with no jewelry on, you got to spinnin' me
You found out who I was, bitch, keep that same energy
[Chorus]
I got that dog shit on me, literally
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy
I got that linebacker on me, literally
I really hate guns, but I keep it for my enemies
I got that dog shit on me, literally
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy
I got that linebacker on me, literally
When I bump into you, nigga, keep that same energy

[Outro]
Tell me what you want from me
Tell me what you want from me
I go by the name of ALLBLACK, caps on, word
Thank you for f..ckin' with me
Hah, yo


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