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Allow Me Fam Video (MV)




Performed By: The Midnight
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Phillip Williams




The Midnight - Allow Me Fam Lyrics
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Big f*ckin' biff, nigga
What y'all want volume three
Ayy
Got two baddies in the crib and we coolin', we playin' Sega
Wake up in the morning, Bill Biffy and hit Bottega
Coolin' and I'm chillin', I'm posted up on the yacht
And I still smell like Nostrand I'm from the block
Got that thing on me, you gotta allow me, fam
Motorcades everywhere can't come around me, man
Million dollar box office, I'm a movie star
Bitches writin' love letters how they knew the God
You niggas ain't been outside since Trump was president
PPP slowed up, y'all in negative
I really had to trap for this shit and win no settlement
I never ordered less than a dozen, I know my etiquette
I put my bitch in the diesel, and Evisu
Bitch don't wanna go to the club, she got a ego
Rather take a trip to Tulum for Casamigo
Rap shit way too easy, this shit a free throw
One thottie, two thotties, I hit them all
And I put my dogs in the game, they want the ball
Them boys will turn you into a mural up on the wall
30 pooh shiesty's nigga, I make the call
And I heard you snitchin' your dog and stayin' tall
Naw this ain't Ed Hardy, dawg, it's China Wall
Niggas tryna be like you, he gon' fall
Niggas tryna be like Midi, he gon' ball
Got two baddies in the crib and we coolin', we playin' Sega
Wake up in the mornin', blow Biffy and hit Bottega
Coolin' and I'm chillin', I'm posted up on the yacht
And I still smell like Nostrand I'm from the block
Got that thing on me, you gotta allow me, fam
Motorcades everywhere can'tcome around me, man
Million-dollar box office, I'm a movie star
Bitches writin' love letters how they knew to thaw
I'm livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
Winter time get chilly, I switch the weather now
Might put a bag on your head like I'm the bounty man
Remember back in the day, they ain't allow me, fam
Now they allow me, fam, cuban thousand grams
All this drip on your boy, I'm finna drown your bitch
All this shmoney on me, can't come around your bitch
Might build a Stu on the Ave and get the projects lit
Yeah, them niggas got deals, but they ain't hotter than me
Seen them boys in the club, but ain't none of them flee
New fit every day, see, they ain't f*ckin' with me
Whole crew got Cleezys, but can't none of us ski
But can't none of us ski
They ain't f*ckin' with me
They ain't f*ckin' with me
Got two baddies in the crib and we coolin', we playin' Sega
Wake up in the mornin', blow Biffy and hit Bottega
Coolin' and I'm chillin', I'm posted up on the yacht
And I still smell like Nostrand I'm from the block
Got that thing on me, you gotta allow me, fam
Motorcards everywhere, can't come around me, man
Million dollar box office, I'm a movie star
Bitches writin' love letters how they knew the God
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Big f*ckin' biff, nigga
What y'all want volume three
Ayy
Got two baddies in the crib and we coolin', we playin' Sega
Wake up in the morning, Bill Biffy and hit Bottega
Coolin' and I'm chillin', I'm posted up on the yacht
And I still smell like Nostrand I'm from the block
Got that thing on me, you gotta allow me, fam
Motorcades everywhere can't come around me, man
Million dollar box office, I'm a movie star
Bitches writin' love letters how they knew the God
You niggas ain't been outside since Trump was president
PPP slowed up, y'all in negative
I really had to trap for this shit and win no settlement
I never ordered less than a dozen, I know my etiquette
I put my bitch in the diesel, and Evisu
Bitch don't wanna go to the club, she got a ego
Rather take a trip to Tulum for Casamigo
Rap shit way too easy, this shit a free throw
One thottie, two thotties, I hit them all
And I put my dogs in the game, they want the ball
Them boys will turn you into a mural up on the wall
30 pooh shiesty's nigga, I make the call
And I heard you snitchin' your dog and stayin' tall
Naw this ain't Ed Hardy, dawg, it's China Wall
Niggas tryna be like you, he gon' fall
Niggas tryna be like Midi, he gon' ball
Got two baddies in the crib and we coolin', we playin' Sega
Wake up in the mornin', blow Biffy and hit Bottega
Coolin' and I'm chillin', I'm posted up on the yacht
And I still smell like Nostrand I'm from the block
Got that thing on me, you gotta allow me, fam
Motorcades everywhere can'tcome around me, man
Million-dollar box office, I'm a movie star
Bitches writin' love letters how they knew to thaw
I'm livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
Winter time get chilly, I switch the weather now
Might put a bag on your head like I'm the bounty man
Remember back in the day, they ain't allow me, fam
Now they allow me, fam, cuban thousand grams
All this drip on your boy, I'm finna drown your bitch
All this shmoney on me, can't come around your bitch
Might build a Stu on the Ave and get the projects lit
Yeah, them niggas got deals, but they ain't hotter than me
Seen them boys in the club, but ain't none of them flee
New fit every day, see, they ain't f*ckin' with me
Whole crew got Cleezys, but can't none of us ski
But can't none of us ski
They ain't f*ckin' with me
They ain't f*ckin' with me
Got two baddies in the crib and we coolin', we playin' Sega
Wake up in the mornin', blow Biffy and hit Bottega
Coolin' and I'm chillin', I'm posted up on the yacht
And I still smell like Nostrand I'm from the block
Got that thing on me, you gotta allow me, fam
Motorcards everywhere, can't come around me, man
Million dollar box office, I'm a movie star
Bitches writin' love letters how they knew the God
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Writer: Phillip Williams
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