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lirik lagu thf lil law - all talk

[intro: thf lil law]
grr (shut the f~ck up, man)
huh, huh, huh, i don’t wanna hear that sh~t, man (all them n~ggas do is f~ckin’ talk, man)
tss~tss~tss~tss~tss, what up? (b~tch ass)
shoutout the handlers only, n~gga (goldchains, n~gga, man, you n~ggas hoes)
uh, yeah

[chorus: thf lil law]
they all talk, it’s been months since they homie died, ain’t nothin’ get caught (they got him)
my homie died, the same night and next day, all our guns went off (brr)
n~ggas got, shh, i can’t give that up, gotta watch my mouth (shh)
n~ggas dyin’ for clout, we gon’ have his f~ckin’ funeral crowded (we gon’ fill that b~tch up quick)
i’m on my opps’ block right now, lookin’ for somethin’, browsin’ (i don’t see n0body)
make you board your houses, 7.62 knock the windows out it
my opps can’t f~ck with me, i’ll give ’em a hundred, they show we a hundred thousand
i was flat broke, i took a n~gga, i always talk about it

[verse 1: thf lil law]
i can’t go broke, i got a spot do thousands, all power (what you want?)
i got a spot sell rocks and blows (i got it in), the pеople beatin’ down the door wild
i got a whitе b~tch rockstar, i call her miley cyrus
she paid me 3k for a ‘bow of ice, i get it for a thousand
my opps broke as f~ck (hahaha), i talk about ’em proud
they shop at h&m, my socks cost his fit, my ricks a thousand
amiris thirteen~fifty, my glock was eleven hundred, i got that with me
it got a brr on the back of that b~tch and i paid a benji (brr)
“ayy, law, f~ck that outfit, i want you to pop it, n~gga” (pop it)
i got precision, if i up this b~tch and pop it, n~ggas hit up (boy, i really swing, n~gga)
“nah, pop it, tell ’em how y’all got the city and get busy” (opps done or what?)
yeah, them thf n~ggas stand on business, all glizzies, layin’ law (oh, you know we got this b~tch, 4469, what up?)
you know y’all gon’ go through that b~tch all wop
jumped out, stood over his ass, he was cryin’ like, “y’all, stop” (brr)
and if it’s that, we gon’ come through with that rick on y’all block
chicken~ass n~ggas, pot pies, i’ma get ’em all boxed
[chorus: thf lil law]
they all talk, it’s been months since they homie died, ain’t nothin’ get caught (hahahaha)
my homie died, the same night and next day, all our guns went off (brr)
n~ggas got, shh, i can’t give that up, gotta watch my mouth (ayy, you we shut n~ggas up, man)
n~ggas dyin’ for clout, we gon’ have his f~ckin’ funeral crowded (ayy, we gon’ fill that b~tch up quick)
i’m on my opps’ block right now, lookin’ for somethin’, browsin’ (i don’t see n0body)
make you board your houses, 7.62 knock the windows out it (ayy, we put n~ggas up for real, man)
my opps can’t f~ck with me, i’ll give ’em a hundred, they show we a hundred thousand (ayy, show me some sh~t, i’ll give to you)
i was flat broke, i took a n~gga, i always talk about it

[verse 2: g herbo]
ask about no limit, they know we’ll pull up, drench the world (grr)
i retired my jersey at eighteen ’cause i did it early
four~nick’ hit a skinny n~gga, broke his bones and made him twirl (woo)
glock 10 hit a big n~gga, fold him up and make him curly (boom, boom, boom)
all the k!llers know me ’round the city ’cause i’m thorough (swerv)
i got hitters from lake shore up to stony, f~ck merrill (p~ssy)
n~ggas made a rap diss, we caught— boxed his world (no bap)
his big bro wanna smoke with me because i f~cked his girl (d~mn)
long live my sis, baby d and long live big rodie (yeah)
i don’t give a f~ck ’bout sh~t, i keep a stick on me
on the 9, i got rank, i’m like a big homie
told big opp, “i’ll let this b~tch off right now by my lonely”
n~ggas hate me, see me to my face and call me brodie (what up?)
i’ll never respect a n~gga who backdoor his homies
if g herbo feel some disrespect, you know he gon’ tweak
if you wanna play ball, come on the checks, gon’ be a long week

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