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All Da Sudden Video (MV)




Performed By: Prophiavelli
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Stephen Gonzalez




Prophiavelli - All Da Sudden Lyrics
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Niggas should've chose sides a long time ago, Prophet
When I'm up all night in the trap with the work, y'all niggas don't know, right
When your clique ain't round and your gun goin' jam, y'all niggas gon' fold, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for my niggas
When I got no bread and your boy can't eat, y'all gon' play me, right
When your bitch on my dick, got a gram in the spliff all the sudden y'all see, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for my niggas
Got a shooter in the cut right now with a clip, who the f*ck getting shot
If I call C.S right now to come through, who the f*ck gettin' dropped
If I call your bitch right now to come through, who the f*ck gettin' top
Got the word from the OG, put in that work, who the f*ck need a clock
Who the f*ck need a Glock?
Niggas get clean, no mop
Food chain, boy, and I'm sittin' on top
Lookin' for the green, I'm just tryin' to get the crops
Niggas show out when they get no props
Me and my dog, we sleep with the mice
Heart so cold, like it's sittin' on ice
Gotta love my mom, cause she gave me life
Gotta love my mom, cause she bailed me twice
Loyalty, mean everything
That's why the other side don't mean a thing
It's been strict nine since day one
And the hate came on day three
Niggas waste no time, throw shade
But it's all good, what can I say
It's flattering, I'm doin' somethin' right
If you think about me all day right
When I'm up all night in the trap with the work
Y'all niggas don't know, right
When your clique ain't round, your gun goin' jam
Y'all niggas gon' fold, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for my niggas
When I got no bread, and your boy can't eat
Y'all gon' play me right
When your bitch on my dick, got a gram in the spliff
All the sudden y'all see right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for my niggas
Don't play with a nigga
Can't play with a nigga
I've been through so much, don't know what to say to a nigga
I'm bout to go crazy
I think I'm going crazy
She said I been crazy
I said I know, I know,
I came from the gutter like Beanie
You can feel it in the air when you see me
With a bitch and she speaks Swahili
I'ma stick it to her wall like a HDTV
This right here for the ones who hate me
Let them know that the guns off safety
And I seen what his mom and I still might, catch him at the red light, It's a green light
And you always gone front and I see why
I'm the one not to touch like a beehive
Niggas know what I choose and what side
Money on my mind, Bankhead like T.I
Who the f*ck wanna front
I ain't into all that
If I hold you down with six, then you know I need eight
When you give it right back, nigga
When I'm up all night in the trap with the work
Y'all niggas don't know, right
When your clique ain't round and your gun goin' jam
Y'all niggas gon' fold, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for my niggas
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English

Niggas should've chose sides a long time ago, Prophet
When I'm up all night in the trap with the work, y'all niggas don't know, right
When your clique ain't round and your gun goin' jam, y'all niggas gon' fold, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for my niggas
When I got no bread and your boy can't eat, y'all gon' play me, right
When your bitch on my dick, got a gram in the spliff all the sudden y'all see, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga, can't do nothin' for my niggas
Got a shooter in the cut right now with a clip, who the f*ck getting shot
If I call C.S right now to come through, who the f*ck gettin' dropped
If I call your bitch right now to come through, who the f*ck gettin' top
Got the word from the OG, put in that work, who the f*ck need a clock
Who the f*ck need a Glock?
Niggas get clean, no mop
Food chain, boy, and I'm sittin' on top
Lookin' for the green, I'm just tryin' to get the crops
Niggas show out when they get no props
Me and my dog, we sleep with the mice
Heart so cold, like it's sittin' on ice
Gotta love my mom, cause she gave me life
Gotta love my mom, cause she bailed me twice
Loyalty, mean everything
That's why the other side don't mean a thing
It's been strict nine since day one
And the hate came on day three
Niggas waste no time, throw shade
But it's all good, what can I say
It's flattering, I'm doin' somethin' right
If you think about me all day right
When I'm up all night in the trap with the work
Y'all niggas don't know, right
When your clique ain't round, your gun goin' jam
Y'all niggas gon' fold, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for my niggas
When I got no bread, and your boy can't eat
Y'all gon' play me right
When your bitch on my dick, got a gram in the spliff
All the sudden y'all see right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for my niggas
Don't play with a nigga
Can't play with a nigga
I've been through so much, don't know what to say to a nigga
I'm bout to go crazy
I think I'm going crazy
She said I been crazy
I said I know, I know,
I came from the gutter like Beanie
You can feel it in the air when you see me
With a bitch and she speaks Swahili
I'ma stick it to her wall like a HDTV
This right here for the ones who hate me
Let them know that the guns off safety
And I seen what his mom and I still might, catch him at the red light, It's a green light
And you always gone front and I see why
I'm the one not to touch like a beehive
Niggas know what I choose and what side
Money on my mind, Bankhead like T.I
Who the f*ck wanna front
I ain't into all that
If I hold you down with six, then you know I need eight
When you give it right back, nigga
When I'm up all night in the trap with the work
Y'all niggas don't know, right
When your clique ain't round and your gun goin' jam
Y'all niggas gon' fold, right
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for a nigga
You ain't do nothin' for a nigga
Can't do nothin' for my niggas
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Writer: Stephen Gonzalez
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