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allah – over 9000 (outro) lyrics

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(intro: allah and (geno banks))

(aye you turn me up in the head phones)

yeah
yeah, yeah

(verse: allah)

i cannot believe this a f-cking discussion
this shit here is over 9000
i get it poppin its for the creek sake
you got no chance this ain’t a sweepstake

yall n-gg-s tryin us in the booth
feelin like empire you lyon up in the booth
if yall n-gg-s here keep lyin up in the booth
its gone be some rap n-gg-s who dyin up in the booth

fosho

got me thinkin like man oh me
yall musta all got together poppin zans on three
i hear alot of shit how yall gonna lay hands on me
a bunch of g-y -ss n-gg-s making plans on me

i got stan p here straight stuntin on you n-gg-s
i got chosen right here straight stuntin on you n-gg-s
i got casanova here straight stuntin on you n-gg-s
how you n-gg-s actin like there ain’t nothin on you aaawe

take a look
they see what im doing i got em shook
now my n-gg-s eatin like it was the last supper
and now allah at the table like last supper
you can get whats left over like last supper
i put it on my momma this ain’t a f-cking discussion
lotta n-gg-s musta b-mped they head and had a concussion
if they ever thought my whole team was something to f-ck with

i get it
they forgot
tetris i changed the block
geno ain’t fighting you getting shot
you can’t blame him he lost alot
i gotta tell my n-gg-s relax
i get the paper just like a fax
you can’t get mad im sayin facts
look where im at look where you at
n-gg-

but
here we are
the way they watchin allah now they jehovah witnesses
witness this
the fact that im spazzin you let it get to you
n-gg-s hop on facebook and twitter thats what a b-tch’ll do
you social networkin and its not workin
you worried bout me you n-gg-s not workin
how can i stop workin if the block workin
why would i stop shootin if the glock workin

this shit here is over 9000
ill say it again say it again
they hear the tape play it again
alot of my n-gg-s they in the pen

these n-gg-s dead make the shirts
put out a couple amber alerts
i gotta pull all of these n-gg-s skirts
im f-ckin b-tches using desserts

yeah
whats more for you b-tches
you know its chivalry i open up some doors for you b-tches
i mean i gotta little liquor i can pour for you b-tches
got some gucci decor i never wore before for you b-tches

all this paper i can prolly make a paper mache
its the prophet of the profit imma make it today
a couple real n-gg-s prolly didn’t make it today
tell me what you want it to be so i can make it today

of course
a problem an issue
revolve em they miss you
break it down ju jitsu
the substance the mis use

lord take me to a place where the b-tches real as f-ck and the n-gg-s don’t hate and the bills never late oh god thank you jesus
n-gg-s always hatin us till they f-cking need us mane!

yeah

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