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Never bring you down Video (MV)




Performed By: Al Leone
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Alimany Dura




Al Leone - Never bring you down Lyrics
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I don't speak to no Rico, the rules don't change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, no new names See, I live in the third lane
Buy cars with my loose change, slide with your boo thang
F*ck it, cause I'm rude mane
I'm hot, but I'm cool man
Doing things you can't, honey, what do you think
F*ck it, what do you drink? Nah, that ain't toothpaste
Damn the pussy too pink, if the bitch can't swim
Then I know she gon' sink, listen
You never get enough, baby, when I come around
Some people build you up, love, just to bring you down
But when I lift you up, your feet'll never hit the ground
I swear to God, Love , don't let the devil beat you down
Theres levels to this shit, now listen, don't you make a sound
We be whipping through this bitch, make the money hard to count
Don't you doubt, when we make it out
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
Supposed to be my Eve oh no, don't let him snake me
Supposed to watch my back, you know this world is crazy
Baby, you know I got you, not another bitch getting lied to
In the world doing what I got to, in the Lexus when I ride through
Me and you, sky's the limit
You gotta admit it, baby girl, I got your heart all in it
See, my love is like drugs, girl, it's hard to quit
And to keep it real, you can never be finished
I ain't running no gimmicks
But You can never get enough, baby, when I come around
Some people build you up, love, just to bring you down
But when I lift you up, your feet'll never hit the ground
I swear to God, love, don't let the devil beat you down
There's levels to this shit, now listen, don't you make a sound
We be whipping through this bitch, make the money hard to count
Don't you doubt, when we make it out
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
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I don't speak to no Rico, the rules don't change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, no new names See, I live in the third lane
Buy cars with my loose change, slide with your boo thang
F*ck it, cause I'm rude mane
I'm hot, but I'm cool man
Doing things you can't, honey, what do you think
F*ck it, what do you drink? Nah, that ain't toothpaste
Damn the pussy too pink, if the bitch can't swim
Then I know she gon' sink, listen
You never get enough, baby, when I come around
Some people build you up, love, just to bring you down
But when I lift you up, your feet'll never hit the ground
I swear to God, Love , don't let the devil beat you down
Theres levels to this shit, now listen, don't you make a sound
We be whipping through this bitch, make the money hard to count
Don't you doubt, when we make it out
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
Supposed to be my Eve oh no, don't let him snake me
Supposed to watch my back, you know this world is crazy
Baby, you know I got you, not another bitch getting lied to
In the world doing what I got to, in the Lexus when I ride through
Me and you, sky's the limit
You gotta admit it, baby girl, I got your heart all in it
See, my love is like drugs, girl, it's hard to quit
And to keep it real, you can never be finished
I ain't running no gimmicks
But You can never get enough, baby, when I come around
Some people build you up, love, just to bring you down
But when I lift you up, your feet'll never hit the ground
I swear to God, love, don't let the devil beat you down
There's levels to this shit, now listen, don't you make a sound
We be whipping through this bitch, make the money hard to count
Don't you doubt, when we make it out
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it
When I shoot my shot, love, gotta make it count
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Writer: Alimany Dura
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