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Ali Trop - Unreleased Lyrics

Ali Trop, aye
(D-d-damn Jah you flexin’)

Money don’t make you real
Labels beasting tryna sign me a deal
Difference between us, that in an arena I’ll gladiate
You the type switch in the field
Bro touching blood money and we blow it on drug money
Sippin lean by the seal
I’m counting mud money, ‘member I use to jug money
Iron man, I ain't steel (steal)

No (know)
I’m getting compliments from these bitches
Baby come be my pretty little liar (yeah)
Asserting my dominancе on these niggas
Crazy my life is what thеy desire (uh)
But they do not know what I know that’s for sure they can’t walk in my shoes not a mile (never)
They can’t go toe to toe word to bro on my own I been thuggin I don’t even smile (uh)

I been feening to go on a lick miss the thrill of a mission I been in the studio (studio)
Locked in for hours, I’m off the sour, real nigga shit life a movie though (movie)
Bro said don’t fall in love wit no groupie hoe (no)
Smoking nicotine we call it Julio (ooh)
On Pluto Santana I’ll never pop xans I promise on True I won’t do it bro (never)
But I’m finna pop me a yurkacet (pop it)
Unreleased, got so much they ain't hurd it yet (yeah)
Off the leash yeah my dawg is a murder threat (grrt)
C’est la vie, we do peace we still purging yeah (grrah)

Yeah we war ready nigga
Uhh
Rah rah rah rah
Fullies and semies nigga
Grra
Rah rah rah rah rah

Do the Dolce and Gabbana
Hope they proud when I’m in Prada
Burberry Balenciaga
Pull her hair when I’m fucking say yaga

I’m Muslim, rocking Christian, stacking money like I’m Jewish, mhm
Know two twins, they both freaks, brain go stupid like mm mm mm

I think my closet be mad, it always throwing fits at me, please do not at me
Link wit the opps and move tact, boy you popped like you acne, you won’t attack me
She like my stories she bad, I get the vibe that she nasty, shawty just act sweet
I’m making hits that’s a fact, even in Ramadan fasting, bars everlasting

I’ll never squeal (squeal)
Tell the pigs to suck a dick I ain't giving up info Ima die real (real)
What these niggas on my dick for
Make a video Instagram reels (reels)
Let me teach you some shit bout the field (field)
Number one money don’t make you real (real)
Number two niggas greedy they’ll kill (kill)
Uh
Money don’t make you real
Labels beasting tryna sign me a deal
Difference between us, that in an arena I’ll gladiate
You the type switch in the field
Bro touching blood money and we blow it on drug money
Sippin lean by the seal (seal)
I’m counting mud money, ‘member I use to jug money
Iron man, I ain't steel (steal)

I’m getting compliments from these bitches
Baby come be my pretty little liar (liar)
Asserting my dominance on these niggas
Crazy my life is what they desire (‘sire)
But they do not know what I know that’s for sure they can’t walk in my shoes not a mile (mile)
They can’t go toe to toe word to bro on my own I been thuggin I don’t even smile (smile)