lirik lagu blackedy - not allowed (remix)
(i love you, i love you)
(chorus)
yo, look
she told me that she got a man but i still hit bro how that work? (yea how that work n~gga)
all of that yappin yous a fan you talkin sh~t it’s not gon hurt (it’s not gon hurt n~gga)
matty boys on the fit, spent like $600 onna shirt (like $600 onna shirt), phew
roll up a 3.5 and spark it up, no heart i park it up (park it up n~gga)
i had that sh~t in the car i tried the key this sh~t not startin up (not startin up)
i gotta cool down i be poppin my sh~t i just gotta charge it up (charge it up n~gga)
yea i can’t feel my face i feel like the weekend, cali strain i be tweakin (tweakin)
dukes she gotta be proud, bro i be seein the clouds (seein the clouds)
only hang with specific n~ggas all them goofy n~ggas not allowed (not allowed)
(blackedy)
i gotta kick the spliff i think i’m smokin too d~mn much (too d~mn clutch)
made the shot i’m too d~mn clutch (too d~mn clutch)
play this sh~t differеnt like two hand touch (two hand touch)
n~gga this sh~t took time but ain’t no rushin, fine sh~t i got hеr blushin (got her blushin)
she get nasty so disgustin fake ass chain yo sh~t sh~t is rustin (yo sh~t is rustin)
i can’t take you serious fine lil sh~t she feelin my pants she get to so d~mn curious (so d~mn curious)
she like me mysterious, full ride n~gga but i gotta bag
please don’t think i’m just a goof, off that paxk i can’t even function n~gga i’m higher than the roof (higher than the roof)
(your stepdad)
yea, yea yea
bad b~tch slit her wrist yea, tell her to spill her truth (truth)
i got shooters you try springs, aim at your neck don’t speak your truth (sh~t!)
tryna point when he in the crowd, head tap n~gga like duck, duck, goose
blood gon shed it look like mild sauce n~ggas turnin yo tears to juice
said that you rich and to us we still ain’t get no proof (no cap)
just cause you down bad all the switchin up no excuse
i was f~ckin wit minute maids when my brodie dem died i was noose (sh~t!)
she was my mini bae till the xanax fried her loose
no bap, f~ck that milf my black all boost
yea yea yea
lightweight n~gga i’m f~cked up off this booze
yea yea
i’m not yo dad b~tch yea, tell me the truth
yea yea
i’m scarin the hoes cause i keep feelin the flu
she told me that she gotta man i treat that n~gga like kirk yea
yea, stepdad sh~t, black sh~t
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