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Allah (feat. D4E)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Allah (feat. D4E) was released on January 23, 2024 by 6283590 Records DK as a part of the album All Leyes On Me
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Release DateJanuary 23, 2024
Label6283590 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damonte Xavion Alvarez
Damonte Xavion Alvarez
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm tryna hoop, get out the load and hit a Jumpstop That bitch hella nasty, she kissin you after
She kiss cock And I can never be da opps, they seein Allah
lyou would never see my finger off that
trigger, fuck
Won't see my finger off that trigger, less the gun stop
And ****, all these guns are legal, you won't see me at no gun shop
And you would never hear no fapping, let my gun pop
Got a hundred shots and that's enough to make that truck stop
I'm seeing pape, **** see pain
Told Brodie I might sing up on the mic just like I'm T-Pain
And let him reach for my chain, that **** see flames
You calling bitches bops, but yaw fucking em, that's a damn shame
Raising my guns to Allah, cause he came from Baghdad
Now he a dolphin, they gave that **** a head tap
Rip 42, speaking on beats, they get told man's clap
****, fuck your five, dey shot that **** with his dead ass
Bitch, won't say a word, I like to paint shit
My brother like my 20, like to hop out and he spray shit
Got **** lying in they songs and they ain't face shit
Stupid ****, think he got guns, my Glocky racist
When you see it, baby, double 0, get the fuck down
Vexs and drums attached, we up and scoring like a touchdown
Glock 30S with the flash, you can't run, ****
Rip lul Ricky, 7.62's is lit, you stuck, ****
I've been putting belt to ass on shit, I ain't no punk, ****
Broke the pro, mag on my 2-1, I got a drum with it
5301, we got the drop, you better run, ****
We got hella drops like Fortnite, but this ain't fun, ****
When you beef with us, get insurance on your lungs, ****
My **** like to text, so have insurance on your funds, ****
Dumbass boy, yeah, and my **** like to text
So have insurance on your funds, ****
Striker, hella tenant, you can't even see my face, card
Tell lil Brandon come back to the five, we playing baseball
Taking orders from your big brothers, lil' ****, take charge
Tired of being sober, stuffin Mirski in a 8-ball
You lil' **** corns, get off my phone with the prank calls
Drop your nuts and get a striker, call me up, and play ball
We sitting on this block, I'm tapping Melo for he nod off
I get back up on it every time I came up off of fall offs
Catch him at his job, we making lil' **** call off
And cain got so many switches, like a turned the lights off
My name, bennit, I ain't in it, I'm just grittin' for the chicken
Keep my switchy, move cautious we turn **** into victims boy
Man, baby, you did this one
Written by: Damonte Xavion Alvarez
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