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Albee Al - ASTAGHFIRULLAH (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Albee Al
Albee Al
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Albert Robinson
Albert Robinson
Songwriter:in
Ruben Domingo Colon
Ruben Domingo Colon
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
LILZ
LILZ
Produzent:in
Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Larrence Miller
Larrence Miller
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Aye
Aye, aye, aye
Aye
I'm a drug addict
I gotta have it
I'm shooting with this rocket, feel like I'm Hakeem
Lil' bro got a shot, he feel like Danny Green
He'll hit you from the corner and that's by any means (Three pointer)
Soon as I put my coat on, tuck it in my jeans
Hit a new bitch off the honey, tryna break her spleen
Like, why you posting on the 'Gram? You tryna make a scene?
You know it's death before dishonor, ain't nothin' in between (Loyalty)
Killed the opp on Ramadan, he had to break his Deen (Damn)
Astaghfirullah, Astaghfirullah
Hunnid thousand on this car
Bitch. I'm John Gotti, got the same moves as the mob
Put your brains on the wall
Put in pain for my dawgs
Walk a **** down, I ain't gon' lie I kinda jogged
Bitch, I'm so up you'll need a telescope
Fuck these opps **** 'cause they hella broke
Them **** broke
If ain't make it with this rap shit I'd be sellin' coke
Take vacation shit and never post
I can't post that bitch, wake up to mimosa shit
I been crossed my some **** that I was the closest with
So when you tell a **** that you love him, I hope it's this
I hope it's loyalty
Glock got a 30 clip, ****, I'm focused, bitch
I'm gettin' motion sick
I'm on a yacht with two bad bitches
Same **** said I wouldn't, now they ass kissin'
'Thottie' went number won, so I could brag different
Can't played the hood everyday 'cause my bag different
No new friends, my **** been around
Lil' run on his way, he knock like ten down
She said she love it when I choke her while she pinned down
Shawty was a six, her body done, a ten now
Is you mad 'cause you broke? (Is you? Is you?)
Or is you broke 'cause you mad?
Bitches wasn't checkin' for me when I was doin' bad
Just bought another watch when I could've bought a Jag'
All these **** watchin' me, I'm thinkin' that they fags
I think that bitch regular, you think that bitch bad
(She regular)
Blood, sweat, and tears, ask about me, I've been through hell and back
Dissin' on the dead, now you dead, gon' head tell 'em that
Ask about the last opp we caught, got his melon cracked
We the ones that catch them rappers lackin' and we sell it back
Man, these rap **** weak, they scared to be around me
I'm shooting with this rocket, feel like I'm Hakeem
Lil' bro got a shotty, feel like Danny Green
He'll hit you from the corner and that's by any means
That's a three pointer
Soon as I put my coat on, tuck it in my jeans
Hit a new bitch off the honey, tryna break her spleen
Like, why you posted on the 'Gram? You tryna make a scene?
You know it's death before dishonor, ain't nothin' in between (Loyalty)
Killed the opp on Ramadan, he had to break his Deen
Astaghfirullah, Astaghfirullah
A Hunnid thousand on this car
Hunnid thousand on this car
Now, who want it with the squad?
We the motherfuckin' mob, ****
We the motherfuckin', gang
Written by: Albert Robinson, Ruben Domingo Colon
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