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alley boy - stack it up lyrics

(hook)
pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing
then do whatever mr. cho bring
you brought them hatin n-gg-s that’s been doubtin me
the money stack it up – it look like yao ming
yao ming, yao ming
these b-tches wanna f-ck, get on like yao ming
yao ming, yao ming
the money stack it up – it look like yao ming

(verse)
i keep the bands on my wrist, half a mill on my b-tch
she droppin gin to sag on my sh-t, foreign hoes all on my d-ck
f-ckin law, i could play for a f-ckin case
i could play for it, 200 pounds a day
n-gg- all them boys f-ckin pay for it
big t-tties, fake booty
got a big d-ck, b-tch get to it
you n-gg- minds i influence
dt, they tattooed
i got dd on drone
cubans pour it in my cup
cuban kush all in my lungs
we clean and play for the chrome
don’t say love like i want, i wanna look at my charm
i’m stretching like yao ming, always my money long
as i took to milan but i was on it else a phone
cuz my paper like yao ming, these n-gg-s just putting on
for real

(verse)
okay i stand tall with that china white, uh call that yao ming
i don’t f-ck with these p-ssy n-gg-s
they all singing like al green
we well respected, well connected
my money long and my cars clean
gold rimes in my aston martin
no rollin b-tch cuz my cars clean
new lamborghini but it’s go slow
that bullsh-t you think it won’t work
i’m on chi twon, meet my n-gg- dirt
n-gg- run up on me wrong
p-ssy n-gg- get murked, bang bang n-gg-
white bricks duckin from the chain gang n-gg-
c-ck back, head shot, playin ham n-gg-
same weed, brain finger, main thing n-gg-
keep it real, can’t tell me they ain’t gang n-gg-s
black masks, we ain’t never g-ngb-ng n-gg-
matt black coming through the love lane n-gg-
you a ball playin in the shots game n-gg-
f then, straight through yo best game n-gg-
hold up, let me slow it down for these f-ck boys
we loud, joint loud, we make enough noise

(verse)
must be fat trel, alley boy, louie v mob
alley boy took big bank that the sosa at 6, little biggie duct tape em all
50000 at home
‘cause yo girl chasin on my stomach
slowly you gon probably he’ll do nothing
hit him one thing, he screw with my number
runnin too long but i’m showin no pity
a town gun, b-tch this my city
jordan blowed, she ate my steak
home of the brave, n-gg- f-ck yo city
alley boy a gold mine, i’mma go with this child
n-gg- got me in the dirt
with all these dt’s in they face and all the lv’s on my shirt
money long like yao ming, there’s the chain, there’s no green
best k4, there ain’t no lean
to a f-ck n-gg- there ain’t no team
my paper talkin, my tape dogs
2 puffs on, you outlaw
pray you beat me, hand choppa
50 rounds, face off

(hook)
pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing
then do whatever mr. cho bring
you brought them hatin n-gg-s that’s been doubtin me
the money stack it up – it look like yao ming

- alley boy lyrics

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