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Allstarmode! Video (MV)




Performed By: 30chalice
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: SHYHEIM BLAKE
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30chalice - Allstarmode! Lyrics
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Aye
Aye
Aye, no cap
Yeah
No cap
Smoking this gas, cloud cover my face
I make a bag, throw it away
Poppin' these tags might cover my pain
I make a bag, stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away (uh huh)
Smoking this gas, cloud cover my face
I make a bag, throw it away
Poppin' these tags might cover my pain
I make a bag, stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away (uh huh)
Smokin' on lollapalooza
I cut that bitch off because she a tumor
Seen niggas die off the rumors, gotta move smart keep a 9 and a Ruger
Selling what these niggas ain't used to, he can't afford what I'm smoking then boohoo
Got niggas posted as usual
I'm out in Harlem they trap Honeybooboo
She always wanna f*ck me, I'ma porn star
100 dollar bills, I ain't never need a coin jar
Running to a million, I could've been an athlete
Running to a billion, a nigga still a All-star
I was just down on my luck so I'm stuck in this mode til I'm all the way up nigga
Y'all ain't been seeing me no time for f*ck niggas
Ain't no new friends, just new drugs in my cup nigga
I just made a play, hip hip hooray
Niggas changing Hip-Hop every day
All leather fit, hey my name was Blade
Walk through the night like I do the day
Kick in your door I'm a fireman
I miss Atlanta, my niggas, my Fanta
Shoutout GDMG, shout my nigga Play
Moyo whipping up some magic shit
Slime still active after tragic shit, I'm glad my nigga straight for him I'd blast ya shit
I smoked them honeyberry backwoods in the whip and turned my life on it's ass real quick
I'm back in New York with new Forces for Cali
I dip in two weeks baby girl, don't be mad at me
Smoke with you, f*ck you deep into insanity
Flip you around, bring you right back in clarity
Who hold it down like this? Ain't no comparing me, that's a rhetorical
Tinted Supreme glasses call me the oracle
Girl all them problems gon make me get bored of you
Money keep coming and I just been ordering
Niggas be pussy and y'all be applauding them
Get niggas clapped like the valedictorian
Swear good and evil is where I've been bordering
Smoking this gas, cloud cover my face
I make a bag, throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away
Poppin' these tags might cover my pain
I make a bag, stow it away
I make a bag, stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Smoking this gas, cloud cover my face
I make a bag, throw it away
Poppin' these tags might cover my pain
I make a bag, stow it away
Stow it away
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English

Aye
Aye
Aye, no cap
Yeah
No cap
Smoking this gas, cloud cover my face
I make a bag, throw it away
Poppin' these tags might cover my pain
I make a bag, stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away (uh huh)
Smoking this gas, cloud cover my face
I make a bag, throw it away
Poppin' these tags might cover my pain
I make a bag, stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away (uh huh)
Smokin' on lollapalooza
I cut that bitch off because she a tumor
Seen niggas die off the rumors, gotta move smart keep a 9 and a Ruger
Selling what these niggas ain't used to, he can't afford what I'm smoking then boohoo
Got niggas posted as usual
I'm out in Harlem they trap Honeybooboo
She always wanna f*ck me, I'ma porn star
100 dollar bills, I ain't never need a coin jar
Running to a million, I could've been an athlete
Running to a billion, a nigga still a All-star
I was just down on my luck so I'm stuck in this mode til I'm all the way up nigga
Y'all ain't been seeing me no time for f*ck niggas
Ain't no new friends, just new drugs in my cup nigga
I just made a play, hip hip hooray
Niggas changing Hip-Hop every day
All leather fit, hey my name was Blade
Walk through the night like I do the day
Kick in your door I'm a fireman
I miss Atlanta, my niggas, my Fanta
Shoutout GDMG, shout my nigga Play
Moyo whipping up some magic shit
Slime still active after tragic shit, I'm glad my nigga straight for him I'd blast ya shit
I smoked them honeyberry backwoods in the whip and turned my life on it's ass real quick
I'm back in New York with new Forces for Cali
I dip in two weeks baby girl, don't be mad at me
Smoke with you, f*ck you deep into insanity
Flip you around, bring you right back in clarity
Who hold it down like this? Ain't no comparing me, that's a rhetorical
Tinted Supreme glasses call me the oracle
Girl all them problems gon make me get bored of you
Money keep coming and I just been ordering
Niggas be pussy and y'all be applauding them
Get niggas clapped like the valedictorian
Swear good and evil is where I've been bordering
Smoking this gas, cloud cover my face
I make a bag, throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away
Poppin' these tags might cover my pain
I make a bag, stow it away
I make a bag, stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Stow it away
Smoking this gas, cloud cover my face
I make a bag, throw it away
Poppin' these tags might cover my pain
I make a bag, stow it away
Stow it away
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Writer: SHYHEIM BLAKE
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