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lirik lagu the relay – allblack

[verse 1: allblack]
free mr. mosely, free the low and free your b-tch
up in denver for that green like cp-26
i came equipped with this glock, bet it all on this
break that b-tch for them chips, i need a fee for the d-ck
think i’m lyin’, on jehovah i could pull out receipts
tats on my face like a cholo, a real sue sixteen
hit the south, i got cheese that won’t fit in my jeans
i ain’t tappin’ in with no n-gga except ralfy the p
pull out that diamond tester, watch n-ggas hit a hundred yard sprint
bring your b-tch around the gang and watch she choose on a pimp
keep throwin’ blamps on the net, watch me pull up and start g-ssin’
flip your jeans inside out, n-ggas thought i was rappin’

[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
wrist broke lil n-gga so i can’t see what time it is
neck hurt n-gga, diamonds changin’ the climate
pops on my knots while you flexin’ that five bands
i make the b-tch feed dr, stickin’ up young cam
all my n-ggas get it with this black man hustle
n-ggas is fake trippin’, we out that black van bustin’
this b-tch get out of pocket, i’m gon’ have to use a muzzle
we ain’t in jail, we ain’t fightin’, we ain’t doin’ no tusslin’
touch down with the pack, we ain’t doin’ no fumbling
smackdown in the club, know we snuck the royal rumble in
touch down with the pack, we ain’t doin’ no fumbling
smackdown in the club, know we snuck the royal rumble in
the plug

[verse 3: offset jim]
how you lovin’ on that b-tch and she ain’t kick you no dough?
if the b-tch ain’t handin’ over i’ma kick me a door
you n-ggas broke, definition of poor
got a target on my back and you still can’t score
me and trig in la, we ain’t tuckin’ no cubans
if you whippin’ out on me i suggest that you use it
twenty-three on my hip, i do more than abuse it
i’m a dog on these hoes and my young n-ggas cruisin’
finding sh-lls at the playground, boy don’t play, it get ruthless
wasn’t playin’ when i said ten k for the feature
she out of pocket, i got action, can’t wait to see her reaction
check the score with the city, they gon’ tell you we platinum
it’s jim n-gga

[verse 4: g2]
ayy, ayy, list the block sh-t
g2, on jim g, i ain’t goin’ for that gossip
why n-ggas talkin’ like we ain’t playin’ with the mopsticks?
up it at any n-gga that’s talkin’ all that nonsense
ayy, f-ck n-gga hatin’, i’m chasin’ loot
most of these rappers flaking, they lying in the booth
360 in real life, i really tell the truth
pull up and we trip out, now everybody new
uh, swear i go mani, g2, i really go crazy
police they hate they can’t tame me, uh, do a b-tch shady
i’m smokin’ stunner, i face it, allblack and ralfy amazin’
and we -ss-ssins like jason and none of my n-ggas playin’

[verse 5: murdock]
five hundred, two g’s, that’s just for the bag
black fence, lay low when i’m in a jag
and this b-tch can’t come around if she ain’t sellin’ -ss
top shottas, play runners, b-tches upper cl-ss
i’m a nineties baby, i can’t tell you ’bout the eighties
but i can break it down and ship a load off to haiti
bop bop, mink mink, you heard of the stinc team
we rockin’ with green beams, ar’s and xd’s
off-white, offset, i’m f-ckin’ with allblack
free the b-tch if she ain’t bringin’ the load back
f-ck half b-tch, i need the whole track
fitted cap life, i’m rockin’ a throwback

[outro: allblack]
thank you
thank you, thank you
yeah, we f-ckin’ with
hah, i gotta go

- allblack

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