All I Got
Girl, you already know what type of time I'm on
Nobody do it like you
And nobody do it like me, it's simple
That's enough for me right there
Feel what I'm sayin'
Look
She got disrespectful pussy
Always trying to spit at me
Told me unload my stress
But don't you dare leave a kid in me
You don't play chess
Ain't with that side piece game
Gold hoops, gold chain
And both say your name
I won't sell you no dreams
I'm somewhere between piece of shit
And gentleman
I got lots of range
Ladybug with a Digable Planet
Let's get rid of your plans and hop on Onlyfans
And make a quick band
I ain't fall in love 'cause I thought you was a fan
You bootlegged my whole album
And played it for your friends
Hate the way you finessed me
But I love how you scam
Sometimes I get you mad
And you curse at me in Spanish
Even when you wasn't trying to
Told me you need good dick
And don't deserve to be lied to
You workin' out on weekends
But you still eatin' fried food
Your head almost as thick as your thighs
You my favorite politician
I'll always stand behind
In the mirror so you could see me hit that one move from the side
You lose your mind everything
Oh god
You lose your mind everytime
I know what you like girl, you ain't gotta tell me
You look so good, I'd square up with your pops for you
I was late the three shifts, lost my job for you
Came home an hour early, closed the shop for you
You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you
You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you
Papi, please don't go
Music to my ears
Plus you never skip a note
I put your song on some days
Give it to you slow
You hit the bodega after walkin' pigeon-toed
I let you roll up in the crib
I don't even smoke
This couldn't be simpler
I'm into every single thing about you
Even your temper
You the type to come off the bench
And still get ejected
So official when you blowin' my whistle
Only a few shots left in my pistol
Still got one I could give you
'Cause you never let the gang toss you 'round like a pigskin
From the jump
You applied yourself like linkedin
Temperpedic pussy
I'm cozy and slowly sinking
We had arroz con habichuelas three nights in a row
Fuck it, I say don't try to fix it if it isn't broke
Stop actin' like this is so complicated
It's you and me, that's it, for real
You look so good, I'd square up with your pops for you
I was late the three shifts, lost my job for you
Came home an hour early, closed the shop for you
You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you
You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you
Nah nigga I can't smoke this shit
I'm 'bout to go get me some food
You ate
Nigga I'm 'bout to go up the block to get some Cea-Lo's bro
Get some honey barbecue wings
With some mac, some greens, it's lit
And a peanut butter cookie, fire
With the half and half, nah, it's lit
Niggas ain't fuckin' with Cea-Lo's
You never been to Cea-Lo's bro
Nah, you're wildin' you not from where I'm from bro
That's why your ass can't dress
I knew it
The jig is up nigga
You ain't never been to Cea-Lo's
You can't dress
You smoking dust in your crib, my nigga
This is-
Do you want something
It's cash only, they don't do debit card
No, they don't do delivery bro
Soul food, they sell soul food
You wildin'
Crack head
Nobody do it like you
And nobody do it like me, it's simple
That's enough for me right there
Feel what I'm sayin'
Look
She got disrespectful pussy
Always trying to spit at me
Told me unload my stress
But don't you dare leave a kid in me
You don't play chess
Ain't with that side piece game
Gold hoops, gold chain
And both say your name
I won't sell you no dreams
I'm somewhere between piece of shit
And gentleman
I got lots of range
Ladybug with a Digable Planet
Let's get rid of your plans and hop on Onlyfans
And make a quick band
I ain't fall in love 'cause I thought you was a fan
You bootlegged my whole album
And played it for your friends
Hate the way you finessed me
But I love how you scam
Sometimes I get you mad
And you curse at me in Spanish
Even when you wasn't trying to
Told me you need good dick
And don't deserve to be lied to
You workin' out on weekends
But you still eatin' fried food
Your head almost as thick as your thighs
You my favorite politician
I'll always stand behind
In the mirror so you could see me hit that one move from the side
You lose your mind everything
Oh god
You lose your mind everytime
I know what you like girl, you ain't gotta tell me
You look so good, I'd square up with your pops for you
I was late the three shifts, lost my job for you
Came home an hour early, closed the shop for you
You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you
You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you
Papi, please don't go
Music to my ears
Plus you never skip a note
I put your song on some days
Give it to you slow
You hit the bodega after walkin' pigeon-toed
I let you roll up in the crib
I don't even smoke
This couldn't be simpler
I'm into every single thing about you
Even your temper
You the type to come off the bench
And still get ejected
So official when you blowin' my whistle
Only a few shots left in my pistol
Still got one I could give you
'Cause you never let the gang toss you 'round like a pigskin
From the jump
You applied yourself like linkedin
Temperpedic pussy
I'm cozy and slowly sinking
We had arroz con habichuelas three nights in a row
Fuck it, I say don't try to fix it if it isn't broke
Stop actin' like this is so complicated
It's you and me, that's it, for real
You look so good, I'd square up with your pops for you
I was late the three shifts, lost my job for you
Came home an hour early, closed the shop for you
You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you
You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you
Nah nigga I can't smoke this shit
I'm 'bout to go get me some food
You ate
Nigga I'm 'bout to go up the block to get some Cea-Lo's bro
Get some honey barbecue wings
With some mac, some greens, it's lit
And a peanut butter cookie, fire
With the half and half, nah, it's lit
Niggas ain't fuckin' with Cea-Lo's
You never been to Cea-Lo's bro
Nah, you're wildin' you not from where I'm from bro
That's why your ass can't dress
I knew it
The jig is up nigga
You ain't never been to Cea-Lo's
You can't dress
You smoking dust in your crib, my nigga
This is-
Do you want something
It's cash only, they don't do debit card
No, they don't do delivery bro
Soul food, they sell soul food
You wildin'
Crack head
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Writer(s): Romelle Loiseau
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