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All Gone
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Ayy, who want two, who want two hundred?
You ain't got none
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Call shorty
Brick
Ayy, you got, you got like sixty of them shorties?
Man, get the fuck out of here, man
Ain't nobody got no, nobody got nothing?
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Work all gone, work all gone
Work all gone, work all gone
Work all gone, work all gone
Come on, fool
A whole six years, I thought about that grind
Starin' at the sun, I'm thinkin' 'bout my shine
Get too caught up in that mix, I might go blind
I thought she loved me, shit, I thought that shit the whole time
I love the city, I don't wanna leave
If shit really don't work out, how that boy gon' eat?
A plate of coke with a fork, bon appรฉtit
I need a hundred thousand, nigga, go 'head with that P
They say the streets don't love you when it's cold out
How the hell you gon' eat? Ain't got your bowl out
I'm throwin' fours down on the go-round
She got that nose stuffed up, I know it's goin' down
I can hear 'em callin', I know my time comin'
I'm just tryna stall it and still been ballin'
I ain't tryna hit that store no more, I'ma order
I don't wanna see that bitch, I wanna see my daughter
Work all gone, work all gone
Work all gone, work all gone
Work all gone, work all gone
Come on, fool
See, I'm about my money, so that mean I gotta have it
I'm T-Magic with Tommy, I hit your block and do some magic
Still, yeah, they came from the 'Roni
And now they walkin' 'round with Pateks
I was cookin' the dope, y'all was in the party dabbin'
Pretty lil' bitch and you know she drive a wagon
These jeans, they can't fit it, but all these hundreds got me saggin'
Two-door, new Aston, yeah, took my bitch 'cause she was naggin'
'Cause she was classy
I'm a real trap nigga, when I shop, don't need no middle
A half a ticket on me and I'm eatin' a damn McGriddle
I'm all about my bread, forever paid just like some Skittles
And if a nigga with you, he ain't gotta say he with you
Work all gone, work all gone
Work all gone, work all gone
Work all gone, work all gone
Come on, fool
Come on, fool, work all gone
Come on, fool, work all gone
Work all gone, work all gone
Work all gone, work all gone
It's hard to be a man when there's a gun in your hand
Have you no ambition?
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