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ALLBLACK

"Little Miami"

[Intro]
Ayy, let me get one more
Just like that
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Fresh out the mud bath with a bad b*tch that look like Amber
Can't take her home, I'm finna ram her in the back of a camper
Oh, you ain't know I lock sh*t up? Quentin Jammer
Got the tail dancing and prancing like MC Hammer
Up in Safeway on bullsh*t tryna knock a scammer
Trips to West Oakland check cashin' for blue bandit
Glock-21, dustin' sh*t off like Deion Sanders
Got n*ggas quiet like it's count time when you in the slammer
Balenciaga bang bandit, Guapdad 4000
Place like cold 'Preme, G-Star stuffed with thousands
In North Oak bustin' dates, getting chased by housing
I'm the dog that bite, you the type of dog be growling
Fourth grade, playing Pokémon at the water fountain
Puma trip, had to save my b*tch from drowning
Hella strapped up in case I go Tommy the Clown-in'
Pass the Excedrin, this beat got my head pounding
Alright, we Gucci, I'm good
Soon as I copped that black Panther I slid through the hood
Soon as she pulled up to the crib, I whipped out wood
Soon as I left the bank, I valet parked at Neiman Marcus
Soon as the Euro kicked in, I threw on the Prada
I was so high, I ate that coochie like carne asada
I be in Bape like Pharrell, gettin' off like Sada
I be in traffic with my n*ggas, I ain't stoppin' for coppers (Well, well, well, well)

[Chorus]
Ladies, leave your man at home (You don't need that n*gga)
This party for the n*ggas with real pimpin' goin' on (For the players only)
If you a simp, stay at home with the b*tch (Sucker)
Playrunners got the torch, we ain't stoppin' for nothin' (Nobody), nothin' (Nobody)
Ladies, leave your man at home (Yeah)
This party for the n*ggas with real pimpin' goin' on (Real pimps)
If you a simp, stay at home with the b*tch (Sucker)
Playrunners got the torch, we ain't stoppin' for nothin' (Uh-uh), nothin' (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2]
I don't want her if her credit ain't higher than seven
Don't bring your ho to E-1-4 if she can't take a sweatin'
Try to serve n*ggas they papers, they whip out weapons
Pulled up on 76, told Frank White relay the message
Time to hit SoCal, me and Jaro had to jet it
That chain on your neck gon' turn lime green if I wet it
Broke ass n*ggas always talkin' 'bout, "I got debit"
Talkin' all reckless, you been cappin' since 2007
All I wanted was a bang
Shot dice at lunch, f*cked bops, and skipped class
All I wanted was a down b*tch
A real 304 who stayed down and check cashed
All I wanted was a chopper
For my old friends and them suckers who be talkin' bad
Keep disrespecting your b*tch in front on me, I'ma friendzone her
Get her a lacefront, thirty inches, put her on that corner

[Chorus]
Ladies, leave your man at home (You don't need that n*gga)
This party for the n*ggas with real pimpin' goin' on (For the players only)
If you a simp, stay at home with the b*tch (Sucker)
Playrunners got the torch, we ain't stoppin' for nothin' (Nobody), nothin' (Nobody)
Ladies, leave your man at home (Yeah)
This party for the n*ggas with real pimpin' goin' on (Real pimps)
If you a simp, stay at home with the b*tch (Sucker)
Playrunners got the torch, we ain't stoppin' for nothin' (Uh-uh), nothin' (Uh-uh)

[Outro]
Uh
I go by the name of ALLBLACK, all caps, one word
I'm with the Playrunners Association
Thank you for f*ckin' with me

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