not allowed (feat. Your Stepdad) (Remix) - Blackedy/Your Stepdad.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : black black
[00:00.262] 作曲 : black black
[00:00.524](I love you, I love you)
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[00:01.788](chorus)
[00:04.552]Yo, look
[00:06.309]She told me that she got a man but I still hit bro how that work? (yea how that work nigga)
[00:09.347]All of that yappin yous a fan you talkin shit it's not gon hurt (it's not gon hurt nigga)
[00:12.108]Matty Boys on the fit, spent like $600 onna shirt (like $600 onna shirt), phew
[00:15.125]Roll up a 3.5 and spark it up, no heart I park it up (park it up nigga)
[00:20.144]I had that shit in the car I tried the key this shit not startin up (not startin up)
[00:23.203]I gotta cool down I be poppin my shit I just gotta charge it up (charge it up nigga)
[00:26.214]Yea I can't feel my face I feel like The Weekend, Cali strain I be tweakin (tweakin)
[00:30.478]Dukes she gotta be proud, bro I be seein the clouds (seein the clouds)
[00:33.486]Only hang with specific niggas all them goofy niggas not allowed (not allowed)
[00:35.761](Blackedy)
[00:36.757]I gotta kick the spliff I think I'm smokin too damn much (too damn clutch)
[00:39.015]Made the shot I'm too damn clutch (too damn clutch)
[00:40.268]Play this shit differеnt like two hand touch (two hand touch)
[00:41.851]Nigga this shit took time but ain't no rushin, fine shit I got hеr blushin (got her blushin)
[00:45.121]She get nasty so disgustin fake ass chain yo shit shit is rustin (yo shit is rustin)
[00:48.383]I can't take you serious fine lil shit she feelin my pants she get to so damn curious (so damn curious)
[00:52.904]She like me mysterious, full ride nigga but I gotta bag
[00:55.719]Please don't think I'm just a goof, off that paxk I can't even function nigga I'm higher than the roof (higher than the roof)
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[00:59.473](Your Stepdad)
[00:59.974]Yea, yea yea
[01:00.977]Bad bitch slit her wrist yea, tell her to spill her truth (truth)
[01:03.001]I got shooters you try springs, aim at your neck don't speak your truth (shit!)
[01:06.080]Tryna point when he in the crowd, head tap nigga like duck, duck, goose
[01:09.091]Blood gon shed it look like mild sauce niggas turnin yo tears to juice
[01:12.114]Said that you rich and to us we still ain't get no proof (no cap)
[01:15.375]Just cause you down bad all the switchin up no excuse
[01:18.387]I was ****in wit minute maids when my brodie dem died I was noose (shit!)
[01:21.662]She was my mini bae till the Xanax fried her loose
[01:24.937]No bap, **** that milf my black all boost
[01:27.193]Yea yea yea
[01:28.699]Lightweight nigga I'm ****ed up off this booze
[01:30.455]Yea yea
[01:31.207]I'm not yo dad bitch yea, tell me the truth
[01:33.213]Yea yea
[01:34.471]I'm scarin the hoes cause I keep feelin the flu
[01:36.496]She told me that she gotta man I treat that nigga like Kirk yea
[01:39.253]Yea, stepdad shit, black shit
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