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lirik lagu $lutt / all on me – ongoash

[part i: $lutt]

[verse 1]
better tell that lil’ p*ssy boy he outta luck (luck)
on that gas, b*tch, i don’t give a f—
yeah, if he pressin’, we gon’ take it up
and we stay with them racks when we walk in the club
i got b*tches on b*tches, they fallin’ in love
put the gang on the map, ’cause we came out the mud
she see that we good, now that lil’ b*tch, she choosin’
i’m off the xan’, lil’ b*tch, yeah, we be boofin’
you sayin’ that you love me, b*tch, you think i’m stupid?
boy, you better pipe down, ’cause all my n*ggas shootin’
boy, you better stop talkin’, ’cause my n*ggas ruthless
ha, b*tch, i keep a gl!ck
i’m movin’ ’round, your ass finna get hit (pff)
on the oxy’, she finna get sick
pipin’ that b*tch, audemar set on my wrist, huh
on the gang, you gon’ slide with your b*tch, huh
if he talkin’ down, yeah we gon’ bl!ck, yeah
why that p*ssy boy choke on the gas?
it was rough till the xanny got here
i got cartier all on my wrist
i got cartier all on my gang
catch him lackin’, we bustin’ his brains
catch him lackin’, we takin’ his b*tch
all of a sudden, she givin’ us brain
[bridge]
all of a sudden, she givin’ us brain
on the rocks, yeah that sh*t got me stained
lil’ b*tch, why you talkin’ on gang?
tell that p*ssy boy stay in his lane, yeah

[part ii: all on me]

[intro]
yeah, yeah
hey, yeah, yeah
hey, (thank you lockage), yeah

[verse 1]
what the f*ck is you wantin’? you can’t be my b*tch
finna put the whole gang on the map till we rich
i put those cartiers all on my wrist
no cap, all this oxy’ inside my chest, ha
too high, b*tch, i can’t even see
too high, b*tch, i can’t even breathe
trap n*gga rough up that b*tch with the leaf
too high, b*tch, i’m higher than the trees
back in middle school, they used to hate on me, now they callin’ me that n*gga
now they can’t even talk to a n*gga
now they can’t even walk with a n*gga
before this rap sh*t, some of these b*tch ass n*ggas ain’t believe in me
now these b*tches tryna be all on me
now my mama see me on t.v
(the oxy’ is makin’ a scene)
ha, all of my b*tches be bad as f*ck
all this money got that n*gga mad as f*ck
he tryna be like me, why he actin’ tough?
why he tryna be like me? he keep actin’ buff
all this money on me, got your b*tch, she in love
got this b*tch on my nuts, think she settin’ me up
(i got too many n*ggas, they tryna rush)
who the f*ck, n*gga? he don’t even got him a gun
and these n*ggas be schemin’, we threw ’em for fun
he gon’ hop out a car, so he better not run

- ongoash

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