NBA YoungBoy - ALL IN (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA YoungBoy - ALL IN (en) Lyrics
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If I say how I feel, you
should really listen
If you was all mine, I'd be all in
Came up outta that dirt
pile, now I'm ballin'
And I don't need no church
when I'm heaven-sent
Hope God put loyalty in all my friends
'Cause Lord knows I got
they back to the end
Right now I'm recordin' with
the mic' sittin' in my hand
I wish Three was on my left,
where my styrofoam is
Got up out of Cypress, went to the Woodlands,
got a safe room in my crib
Ain't no tellin' when I'ma have to
use it, we all know how I live
Keepin' my gun everywhere I go,
we all know I'm still here
Question my girl but love her strong,
we all know how that is
Prayin' for my daddy to come
home, pray he get an appeal
Hope he come take me away, keep
me from off of these pills
And come get me from off of this drank
before my kidney say, "Fail"
Tell my son it made me calm,
I don't know what I'm doin'
Tell my girl these hoes can't make
me cum, I only want her to do it
Ten lines straight, goin' on ten days,
my body ain't got no fluid
Please, oh, please don't
die tryin', on the real
All alone, stalks and the shottas
are unjudgemental
It ain't too far, right by the
M up where they left my nigga
Won't be that long, yeah,
it'll be a while
'Til my love life right again,
killas on side again
Butterflies, paradise, them
bullets left out the wind
If I took the clean route, bank
accounts got cleaned out
We would still be at war,
ridin' with the mobs, tryna
wipe the block down
.50 rounds at the bottom of that Glock,
stealin' from mom's house
Steady screamin', "Gang life,"
know my time comin' 'round
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