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lirik lagu all i want/80’s parents – nick grant

[part i: “all i want”]

[intro]
aw yeah
aw, okay

[verse]
ain’t n0body f*ckin’ with me, she jackin’ all the raps, i’m all of that
say my name in vain and catch a heart attack, i’m automatic
headed for the stars like a starter cap, insomniac
if they ends tight, won’t get a quarter back, don’t call me back
marcus garvey rap, these are all the facts
i was like six when granddaddy let me palm the gat
from the dirty, so these b*tches dig me like an artifact
don’t care what you call it, just don’t call it wack, you all get whacked
nicest with the words, ho, never read an almanac
paranoid, they don’t know the car, thеy like, “who car is that?” revolver splat
boy, thеse streets dark sugar, coffee black, who talkin’ back?
b*tch boy, you’re talkin’ to the architect
carolina raised, but got georgia tags
let the money talk, we don’t argue back, we all intact
b*tches line you up like corduroys and khakis, target practice
i just walked past like jeff h*rnacek, was born the best
b*tch, you all up on my neck, i’m countin’, ho, hold on a sec
all this talk of you the g.o.a.t., n*gga, that’s a sp*ce jam jordan stretch
i own this sh*t, any problems, bring it to your home address
flow water wet, i want a check
young gordon gekko, don’t know who you’re goin’ against
n*gga, i ain’t just on the ship, it’s ownership
pitbull, informant lips
they’ve been tryna clone my sh*t, but two of me just don’t exist
every line is cobra spit
drunk minds speak with sober lips, boy, it’s over with
it ain’t sh*t i won’t forget
i make it hand over fist, number eight kobe sh*t
you n*ggas sound like hopelessness, act like you know me then
ride like it’s a stolen benz, n*gga, ain’t no loyalty
they tellin’ on they codefendant, you ain’t think i noticed, did ya?
pure*hearted, no agenda, promise it ain’t no contenders
n*gga, i just want the chicken, f*ck around and hit your gizzard
you brought all them n*ggas with you, ain’t no issue, we remixin’
f*ck them n*ggas
[chorus]
p*ssy, power, and paper, yeah, that’s all
n*gga got him a pistol, now he raw
paintings of lost n*ggas on the wall
p*ssy, power, and paper’s all i want
p*ssy, power, and paper, yeah, that’s all
n*gga got him a pistol, now he raw
paintings of lost n*ggas on the wall
p*ssy, power, and paper’s all i want

[part ii: “80’s parents”]

[verse]
break it up, roll it up, light it up, i’m just gettin’ high (aw yeah)
break it up, roll it up, light it up, i’m just gettin’ high (ayy, my n*gga, you know where we from)
and i put that on my projects (yeah)
gotta ride with the stick, no options (yeah)
’cause the jackboys out here robbin’ (yeah)
ain’t no ho in me, i’m sorry (yeah)
from the side where the bodies keep pilin’ up
why they don’t want me to prosper?
i said why they don’t want me to prosper?
gotta get back home, i’m cautious, yeah, yeah
you don’t know what you’ve done to me
you don’t know what you’ve done to me (me)
(you don’t know what you’ve done)

- nick grant

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