All Glass (Explicit)
Freddie Gibbs"All Glass (Explicit)" is a song by Freddie Gibbs, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:13 long and contains 44 lines and 425 words.
Lyrics
0:00作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman
0:03作词 : Frederick J. Tipton
0:07Yeah, yeah
0:07Steppin' on this sh*t, slidin' on that sh*t
0:11Praise the Lord, baby
0:10Yeah, money in the church pot
0:14Your nephew work for me, got bundles in his church socks
0:20Big bunny rabbit, I drop a package, my youngins down to slide
0:24Shot up your Escalade, I bought 'em all, Playstation 5
0:21They hold you for three days if you a suspect for a recent murder
0:28You get released if they don't find a witness or the burner
0:35Guess that's why Chapo dug the tunnel and smoked all the workers
0:30Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō, my coca do the Tina Turner
0:38Kyrie Irving, Uncle Fred had his strap to the head
0:36Better get that boy to the doctor before them bullets thread
0:42Hit that n*gga twice, he was leakin', but is he dead or not?
0:47Followed him to the hospital, shoot it out in the parking lot
0:52My nuts dropped, first I got money and then the power
0:54Thinks I'm in this sh*t, like Burberry shirts at baby showers
0:58Shot these kids on her face, give yo' wifey a baby shower
0:55East side is the army, go get you a navy tower, what's up, b*tch?
1:04'Caine train, n*gga, I'ma keep this sh*t movin', f*ck it
1:05'Caine, let's go (Haha, yo)
1:12Yeezy's on, but I ain't never seen a Sunday service
1:12They dealin' with some Afghani gangsters made a purchase
1:17Don't do no crimes with no rappers, n*gga, you know the verdict
1:21They shot up Troy Maserati, I know that n*gga nervous
1:26B*tch, I got the sh*t they hit Rickey with, keep it in the ride
1:30Drop a forty-two seven-fifty on automatic drive
1:25B*tches had to get checked, they neglect to respect a n*gga mind
1:31Treat a ho like André 3000 ain't f*ck with Caroline
1:36An undercover Saturday lover, Alex O'Neal
1:39I keep a chicken cluckin', dope fiend fiendin', f*ck it, my wheels on
1:46A n*gga from the G' with a foreign automobile
1:47And county sheriffs and the feds wanna put me under the jail
1:52Had to back away from the scale, these snakes movin' in tall grass
1:52Ball 'til I fall, never pass the ball with my bald ass
1:57Aaron Hall f*ckin' these hoes, don't need no hall pass
1:54Straight drop right on the table and it was all glass (All glass)
1:59Hahaha, yeah, n*gga
2:00Straight drop right on the table, it was all glass, walked away
2:12Uh
2:17You got one part of that wrong
2:13This (This) is not meth (Is not meth)
作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton Yeah, yeah Steppin' on this sh*t, slidin' on that sh*t Praise the Lord, baby Yeah, money in the church pot Your nephew work for me, got bundles in his church socks Big bunny rabbit, I drop a package, my youngins down to slide Shot up your Escalade, I bought 'em all, Playstation 5 They hold you for three days if you a suspect for a recent murder You get released if they don't find a witness or the burner Guess that's why Chapo dug the tunnel and smoked all the workers Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō, my coca do the Tina Turner Kyrie Irving, Uncle Fred had his strap to the head Better get that boy to the doctor before them bullets thread Hit that n*gga twice, he was leakin', but is he dead or not? Followed him to the hospital, shoot it out in the parking lot My nuts dropped, first I got money and then the power Thinks I'm in this sh*t, like Burberry shirts at baby showers Shot these kids on her face, give yo' wifey a baby shower East side is the army, go get you a navy tower, what's up, b*tch? 'Caine train, n*gga, I'ma keep this sh*t movin', f*ck it 'Caine, let's go (Haha, yo) Yeezy's on, but I ain't never seen a Sunday service They dealin' with some Afghani gangsters made a purchase Don't do no crimes with no rappers, n*gga, you know the verdict They shot up Troy Maserati, I know that n*gga nervous B*tch, I got the sh*t they hit Rickey with, keep it in the ride Drop a forty-two seven-fifty on automatic drive B*tches had to get checked, they neglect to respect a n*gga mind Treat a ho like André 3000 ain't f*ck with Caroline An undercover Saturday lover, Alex O'Neal I keep a chicken cluckin', dope fiend fiendin', f*ck it, my wheels on A n*gga from the G' with a foreign automobile And county sheriffs and the feds wanna put me under the jail Had to back away from the scale, these snakes movin' in tall grass Ball 'til I fall, never pass the ball with my bald ass Aaron Hall f*ckin' these hoes, don't need no hall pass Straight drop right on the table and it was all glass (All glass) Hahaha, yeah, n*gga Straight drop right on the table, it was all glass, walked away Uh You got one part of that wrong This (This) is not meth (Is not meth)
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