All She Wrote (Explicit)歌词-Mazen&Mazen Abdelmola

All She Wrote (Explicit)歌词由Mazen&Mazen Abdelmola演唱，出自专辑《Ozone Baby (Explicit)》，下面是《All She Wrote (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

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Bitch don’t talk to me I got too much on my plate and I don’t wanna,

Have no conversations about bread if you ain’t talking at least 2 commas,

I can’t show my face in public if I need something I’ll send my runner,

Check deposit just hit I cash apped my side bitch for her bundles,

Why they keep on talking that goat shit when they don’t know shit I ain’t one of,

These new n*** bitch I’m above em,

Tell these new n*** work on they jumper,

Bought me a crib out in the hills but I still haven’t been in it bitch I’m still up in jungles,

Cut em off he had too many numbers,

30 deep I got too many brothers,

Fuck - fuck up the summer,

Aye tell em keep digging I'm putting em under,

I ran in some issues I rose up above it,

I ain’t like these n*** they know what I’m cut with,

I’ll show em the difference you know how I’m bummin,

Fuck is you thinking I owe you for something,

Fresh out the block bitch I flowed out the gutter,

You n*** should know how I'm - know how I'm coming,

What - gave my bitch an LLC,

Baby benz no GLE - she want Prada and TLC,

What what - took her outta USC,

Baby Rolex new AP,

Mini birkin new LV,

Yeah, that’s all she know,

All I think about murder you see murder’s all she wrote,

25 suburbans follow me everywhere that I go,

Fuck around get - uh yeah,

Fuck around and get smoked,

I ain’t no joke,

Pour a half a pint inside my sprite that’s just to cope,

I ain’t into games I see a lame and it’s on go,

Aim it at his head bitch we don’t shoot below the throat,

What - fuck is they talkin?

Ran up some racks just to run up in Barneys,

Asked what I want and I told her some Jordans,

Remember they said when I wasn’t important,

Now I can’t drive if it wasn’t imported,

Bucki just snuck in a gun to the party,

I told that lil n*** to uh - fuck up the party,

They know I’m one of the hardest you think I’m an artist then get a lil closer and see,

I just got rid of my old bitch she wanna get chosen but having just one ain’t for me,

Hate when a dumb n*** ask for a favor I tell him to pay up he act like it’s free,

Headshot we don’t go at your feet,

Spin the block then we go and repeat,

What what - I don’t rock Amiri jeans,

Balenciega - JPG,

Saint Laurent and CDG,

All this Prada shit ain’t cheap,

But I still rock it like it free - bitch that's how it's gotta be,

What - that’s all we know,

All I think about murder you see murder’s all she wrote,

25 suburbans follow me everywhere that I go,

Fuck around get - uh yeah,

Fuck around and get smoked,

I ain’t no joke,

Pour a half a pint inside my sprite that’s just to cope,

I ain’t into games I see a lame and it’s on go,

Aim it at his head bitch we don’t shoot below the throat,