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Allah - Over 9000 Outro Lyrics

(Intro: Allah and (Geno Banks))

(Aye you turn me up in the head phones)

Yeah
Yeah, Yeah

(Verse: Allah)

I cannot believe this a fucking discussion
This shit here is over 9000
I get it poppin its for the creek sake
You got no chance this ain't a sweepstake

Yall niggas tryin us in the booth
Feelin like empire you lyon up in the booth
If yall niggas here keep lyin up in the booth
Its gone be some rap niggas who dyin up in the booth

Fosho

Got me thinkin like man oh me
Yall musta all got together poppin zans on three
I hear alot of shit how yall gonna lay hands on me
A bunch of gay ass niggas making plans on me
I got stan p here straight stuntin on you niggas
I got chosen right here straight stuntin on you niggas
I got casanova here straight stuntin on you niggas
How you niggas actin like there ain't nothin on you aaawe

Take a look
They see what im doing i got em shook
Now my niggas eatin like it was the last supper
And now allah at the table like last supper
You can get whats left over like last supper
I put it on my momma this ain't a fucking discussion
Lotta niggas musta bumped they head and had a concussion
If they ever thought my whole team was something to fuck with

I get it
They forgot
Tetris i changed the block
Geno ain't fighting you getting shot
You can't blame him he lost alot
I gotta tell my niggas relax
I get the paper just like a fax
You can't get mad im sayin facts
Look where im at look where you at
Nigga

But
Here we are
The way they watchin allah now they jehovah witnesses
Witness this
The fact that im spazzin you let it get to you
Niggas hop on facebook and twitter thats what a bitch'll do
You social networkin and its not workin
You worried bout me you niggas not workin
How can i stop workin if the block workin
Why would i stop shootin if the Glock workin
This shit here is over 9000
Ill say it again say it again
They hear the tape play it again
Alot of my niggas they in the pen

These niggas dead make the shirts
Put out a couple amber alerts
I gotta pull all of these niggas skirts
Im fuckin bitches using desserts

Yeah
Whats more for you bitches
You know its chivalry i open up some doors for you bitches
I mean i gotta little liquor i can pour for you bitches
Got some Gucci decor i never wore before for you bitches

All this paper i can prolly make a paper mache
Its the prophet of the profit imma make it today
A couple real niggas prolly didn't make it today
Tell me what you want it to be so i can make it today

Of course
A problem an issue
Revolve em they miss you
Break it down ju jitsu
The substance the mis use
Lord take me to a place where the bitches real as fuck and the Niggas don’t hate and the bills never late oh god thank you Jesus
Niggas always hatin us till they fucking need us mane!

Yeah