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RIPAVEFR - ALL I GOT Lyrics



RIPAVEFR - ALL I GOT Lyrics
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Clouded head when I use the pen, how you spell high
Stoned, now my eyes is red like some f*cking cherry pie
I got phones, one is for my bitch, the other is to buy
Me a pound like I own them dogs, better watch your mouth
They gon' sick you like some cancer cells, who gon' let 'em out
Averson, throwing up the three, been too long in the south
Pick and roll, you know my bro is greedy, early on the route
Cornerback at the corner store, keepin' bums out
Done with crack, done with lean, now they selling whippet cans
What you mean, it's lil Ave I never fight over the ham
Me and dawg flying down for Christmas just to see the yams
Nigga think I'll bow down, I ain't one of your lil fans
Nigga think he Bow Wow, I will never be Like You
Told her come up in the bed baby, let me hold you
Even if you did me dirty I would never hoe you
I'ma get it any means like I'm f*cking 'posed to
This is all I got, dedicated guy
This the shit that make you feel like you got something in your eye
This the shit that make you call your mama just so you could cry
This the shit that make you call your man and tell him he so fly
I'm just here for the vibes
PSA, I ain't had the chance to walk through TSA
That's okay, 'cause the thief of joy is seeing how you weigh
Against the odds, in the end we all gon' go our separate ways
Just a thought, speak my mind for free no food coming my way
Praise allah about it
Praise, praise, praise
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English

Clouded head when I use the pen, how you spell high
Stoned, now my eyes is red like some f*cking cherry pie
I got phones, one is for my bitch, the other is to buy
Me a pound like I own them dogs, better watch your mouth
They gon' sick you like some cancer cells, who gon' let 'em out
Averson, throwing up the three, been too long in the south
Pick and roll, you know my bro is greedy, early on the route
Cornerback at the corner store, keepin' bums out
Done with crack, done with lean, now they selling whippet cans
What you mean, it's lil Ave I never fight over the ham
Me and dawg flying down for Christmas just to see the yams
Nigga think I'll bow down, I ain't one of your lil fans
Nigga think he Bow Wow, I will never be Like You
Told her come up in the bed baby, let me hold you
Even if you did me dirty I would never hoe you
I'ma get it any means like I'm f*cking 'posed to
This is all I got, dedicated guy
This the shit that make you feel like you got something in your eye
This the shit that make you call your mama just so you could cry
This the shit that make you call your man and tell him he so fly
I'm just here for the vibes
PSA, I ain't had the chance to walk through TSA
That's okay, 'cause the thief of joy is seeing how you weigh
Against the odds, in the end we all gon' go our separate ways
Just a thought, speak my mind for free no food coming my way
Praise allah about it
Praise, praise, praise
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Writer: RIP AVE
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Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: RIP AVE
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