Corrección Letra All Said & Done par Leaf Ward

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I f**ked around and ran it up for real, I pay Nicki bills
Make sure I say all the sh*t about the opps to get me killed
Make sure I do all the dumb sh*t in the streets to get me wheeled
I ain't never throw up on no drill, it just give me chills
I might park the SRT and shoot you out of a regal
Then go hop in a X7 with my FN like it's legal
Ain't sharing no Amiri's little n***a, they ain't diesel
Two indictments back to back, we slipped through them cracks like weasels
Heard they smoking on that [?], they sent his ass up there with Quil
I shot somеbody in these but they was brand nеw so I wear em still
You ever gunned a n***a down, he screamed so loud, you hear him still
Know the opps ain't dropping no location but I dare em still
Came from out that water, hit that curb with like a quarter
If they pull us, my b*t*h gonna tuck all the work like I taught her
I get hungry for a opp, I call the shooters, place a order
bag bigger than yours, them n***as can't f**k with my daughter, man
That seven grand ain't real money, that's just bail money
If I add three, I could drop it and get you killed, money
Long story short, if you p*ss me off, that's Sil money
That's some little take my b*t*h outta town and chill money
You ain't ducked the feds, you ain't get a [?] drop
We be slidin' on the opps with nothing less than 50 shots
We really be huntin' n***as down, we spent like 50 blocks
I don't do the rugers, they could get swapped out with any Glocks
I put whistles in my hood so I know my young n***as good
We got twenty guns out this b*t*h, I wish them n***as would
A real gangster but we ain't gotta say what's understood
One thing about little Leafy, really came from the mud
These hitters around me savage, they ain't average
Get a casket, we don't pass it, turn that boy elastic, we gonna get a basket
I heard n***as want me dead, if you ask me, them n***as scared
My killer Wuan the barber, he walk like a [?}
They telling lies, I tell the guys to clear they whole strip
the room with the detectives, never told sh*t
n***as ain't never give me nothing, they can't hold sh*t
These n***as trap cappin' in they rap, never sold sh*t
These Christian Loubs uncomfortable so we go Dior
Always flexin for real, go ahead show me more
When it comes to these morals n***a, just know we sure
Until we rich, ain't no in the middle, just know we poor

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