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Angel

All Over

 

All Over

(album: Quarantine - 2020)


[Angel:]
If I catch a body, it's over
That's like 25 to life, just to prove I can really take your life
Then it's really all over
I see plenty fishes in the sea and there's money to be made
Is it really all over?
Ooh, I'ma just trying to figure out a way
I ain't gotta shoot, niggas wan' roll up
There might be another man down, all eyes on me

When it's all over
I'm the one who call a cab and go and pick it up and bring it back before I squeeze it
And it's all over
Plus you know I got them niggas rolling right beside me, just in case the popo peel us
Switch a lane over
Niggas never learn their lesson 'till somebody drop and then they thinking they should leave us
When the game's over
And how the hell you think I'm s'posed to let you come and take my life?

I've been drinking liquor all night
Plus I got the weed on the side
And you know I got it gripped so tight
If I see you, then it's gonna be on sight

If I catch a body, it's over
That's like 25 to life, just to prove I can really take your life
Then it's really all over
I see plenty fishes in the sea and there's money to be made
Is it really all over?
Ooh, I'ma just trying to figure out a way
I ain't gotta shoot, niggas wan' roll up
There might be another man down, all eyes on me
There might be another man down, all eyes on me
There might be another man down

[Slof:]
I was sitting in my cell at 3AM
Thinking 'bout mum and 'bout my son
I'm just lucky I wasn't in for an AM
I made a bit of money selling drugs
And I made sure that I had them baggies on deck before I weighed dem (way before)
Amen, I just bussed a mad charge
Was in that dog-licking, seven hour mack yard
I was in the wing bro
Trying to ring my friend for some guap, but he wasn't trying to pick up like a backpass
All these rap bars will get me out of the game
I don't do this for a watch or a chain, my life pain
I'm having baby mama drama
Maybe it's just karma for the robberies, the burglaries and everything else after
Sloffy is a father, Sloffy is a grafter
Sloffy want that Prada, that Dolce & Gabbana
I ain't kicking ball like Lallana, to get though
I could line you up like my barber and get dro

[Angel:]
If I catch a body, it's over
That's like 25 to life, just to prove I can really take your life
Then it's really all over
I see plenty fishes in the sea and there's money to be made
Is it really all over?
Ooh, I'ma just trying to figure out a way
I ain't gotta shoot, niggas wan' roll up
There might be another man down, all eyes on me
There might be another man down, all eyes on me
There might be another man down on me

done

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