Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Allah, artist - Teejayx6. Date of issue: 26.08.2020
Song language: English
Allah |
| Bust a BOA, for thirty thousand, all my niggas havin' cheers |
| We sellin' bread with an AR, we sellin' bread with some beers |
| I’m top smokin' loud, this shit fuckin' with my ears |
| At my crib in the burbs, I just ran into some deers |
| Your power steerin' fucked up, you can’t even steer |
| Need somebody to open up a Chase, call my phone to volunteer |
| Knock his head off, like we playin' volleyball |
| My auntie call my phone like, «Can you sell these Adderalls?» |
| Was 'bout to put them on the plane, but I don’t think he got the balls |
| Why you run off with my money, you motherfuckin' bastard |
| I just fucked a bitch 'cause she thought that I was Casher |
| Plus I stole her ID and she didn’t even notice |
| Kanye, Jay-Z scammed a nigga named Otis |
| Bought a rocket launcher and this bitch is atrocious |
| Got a new rental and this bitch is a Focus |
| I was bored as hell, back in school, couldn’t even focus |
| My worker just broke a BOA, gave him a bonus |
| Bought a profile, and I think it’s Nick Jonas |
| Just 'cause you don’t have no weed, don’t try to pass me no till |
| Fucked her from the back and pulled out her ponytail |
| It was five hundred dollars just to log-on to Yale |
| I don’t care if you’re a bitch, I’ll scam a female |
| Told me that he gettin' money, we know that’s a fairy tail |
| They ask me how I’m doin', bitch, I’m doin' very well |
| I just caught this nigga ridin' in an old Impala |
| It costs to get in the party, and you ain’t even got a dollar |
| One time I scammed a Muslim and he called me sayin', «Allah!» |
| Just stole a credit card and it belonged to my mama |
| Wrapped a white shirt around my head, feel like Osama |
| Told the Jew to send a thousand, and I’ma add two commas |
| Bought a fake wig, now I look like John Stockton |
| I heard a nigga said he want some beef, let’s get it poppin' |
| Deposit a fake check inside the bank, that bitch poppin' |
| Give you 13 on my Glock, imma rock it |
| You can get rich fuckin' with the stock market |
| It’s really just my weed, but they think somebody farted |
| I just slapped the fuck outta my cousin, he retarded |
| He don’t fuckin' listen, man, this nigga so stupid |
| Amiri’s, offered Jordans, boy, you look so stupid |
| I cannot fall in love, bitch, I am not cupid |
| Feel like Juice WRLD, 'cause my dreams so lucid |
| Runnin' to my old teacher, man, I hate John Lucas |
| Tryna lock us up in jail, it’s a fucked up institution |
| I’m tryna quit doin' fraud and just focus on my music |
| But man, I swear that shit ain’t as fuckin' easy as it sounds |
| Was tryna make a rap song but nigga called for a pound |
| Hello? |
| Yeah, lemme get a pound. |
| alright where you at? |
| Shit, I’m on 7 Road. |
| Alright, here I come. |
| For sure. |
| And you really think that I was 'bout to turn that shit down? |
| I just pulled up on my bitch like, «Come outside now» |
| What’s good? |
| Hello. |
| Come your ass outside. |