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alley boy - throwin up lyrics

i’m throwin up
i don’t give a f-ck about being late to the
ay, don’t need nothing

you know when i’m throwin up
boy you play with me, you’s a going up
man these b-tches out of conform now
n-gg-r cut so slow got me throwin up
got me throwin up
you know when i’m throwin up
boy you play with me, you’s a going up
man these b-tches out of conform now
n-gg-r cut so slow got me throwin up
got me throwin up

you know what i’m rapping, dte no flexing
i’m the pitch no licking shots, no high and catch ya
more n-gg-r my killers be on they jaw n-gg-r
you play for salt n-gg-r, that’s a mirage n-gg-r
real king of the south, real king of the a
my n-gg-rs lurking we in these streets like e’rryday
this ain’t no bullsh-t i’m the street bull and this the street pit
every n-gg-r you came with, every b-tch you came with
mo money, mo cash, i ain’t gotta wipe my -ss
the diamond in my hand itching i got a ring
paper stacking whole jewels
every n-gg-r around get to the money your team lose

you know they party dust it even though you live and love
n-gg-r you cribbing with your homies they don’t eat nothing
i really know these n-gg-rs, i really be seeing these n-gg-rs
these n-gg-rs no money in they pocket these some broke n-gg-rs
my whole team shining, looks over grinding
for a hundred thousand g these rap behind me
you know i’m throwin up, dte ain’t’ swisher
see a young n-gg-r with non shoe, mama i’m going i’m throwin up
roll out of concrete project n-gg-r i ain’t watching
that n-gg-r trash me a hundred shoe that come
f-ck these n-gg-rs! rapping for the streets these n-gg-rs wanna be me
get your money imma throw it up every time you see

- alley boy lyrics

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