Clever - All In (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Clever - All In (en) Lyrics
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Dive headfirst, deep in that
water like Michael Phelps
Keep lettin' that lead burst, he
just want bodies under his belt
Pills got his mind twisted, he
ain't actin' like his self
They don't know what's goin' on
inside, we cryin' out for help
Standin' in these streets so long,
so much anxiety I felt
I gave you all of me, how I'm supposed
to love somebody else?
She just want likes on the 'Gram
and new designer off the shelf
Lord, it's so many questions, why
I got the hand that I was dealt?
Please forgive me for my foolishness,
I hope you understand
I just pray that I stay humble,
every loss made me a man
Took a loss, took a life,
we was all in
Put our life on the line,
we was all in
Took some losses but we ballin'
Got our racks up, we
ain't fallin' down
Throw some racks up, they keep fallin'
God's children, but we all sin
Shawtys hot, like they in Austin (Uh)
They saw bosses when we walked
in (Whatcha hear about?)
How many times a day you scroll on IG
and see dead niggas? (Dead niggas)
One of your niggas dead (One
of your niggas dead)
Or the nigga you could
of it (Fuck, fuck)
Type of shit make you wanna
leave the house, one in the
head (One in the head)
Same reason he ain't gon'
leave the house, 'cause that
nigga scared (Pussy)
We can't even get 'em, he scared
Glocks stay on my lil'
nigga, he with' it
'Lot of niggas too friendly,
I'm takin' his temperature
Can't get up with him, he feds
I don't show haters love, I
keep that to a minimum now
I don't shake any hands
On the net, he was grillin'
like some type of killer
When we get up with him,
he fans (Fanned out)
Lil' couple milli', he ran up (Uh)
Used to be good with
some bands (Uh, uh)
Pulled up dolo to pick up
the cash and I'm up
I ain't even need none of my friends
Posted up on Essex at 7 AM, we
was off of Xans (Off Xans)
Now we got hoes at 7 AM in
the loft, slayin' 'em
I heard for that bitch, you
would cross your mans
Can't hang with us, he off-brand
Everybody real great from the sideline
Why I don't ever see y'all play?
Why y'all gon' dick ride niggas
then don't support any one nigga
suppose to be y'all mans
Me and my niggas with all that,
we kept 'em all, shit, they gon'
have to try us all then
And ain't not one of my niggas
gon' sellout, gon' have
to buy us all then
Under that water there's some shit
in, I can not give in, just
got to break all the laws then
Stay out that water unless you
ready to swim with grown men
Shawtys hot, like they in Austin
They saw bosses when we walked in
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