All About You (feat. Mike Mello & L Smith)
Ooh
Ah-ah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's something about you, girl
It's just different
I like the way it feels
When we're kissing
You're the only one
I was missing
All about you, this is your night
I'ma make sure that you get it right
You the finest, I ain't lyin', I'm bein' honest
And every time my phone rings, I tell you, girl, mind it
cause you the only one I want, I swear to God, and I promise
I could be your Clyde, baby; you could be my Bonnie
A nigga get out of line shit, I know you're help me line him
And put his ass somewhere; yeah, nobody can even find him
I know that you're a rider
They ask me, That's my girl I say I'm stickin' right beside her
So I flood you with some diamonds, and I put you in designer
And you ain't with the drama? All we do is count these commas
I swear you just a different
I know you understand me; that's the reason you don't tripping
When your friends are bitchin' you, just shut up and just listen
I'm sittin' reminiscin' how it all started
You know a nigga changed; now you know I was livin' heartless
Now I'm trying to figure it out; just tell me where your heart at
Shit, it doesn't even matter, because I'ma loveass regardless
Shit, and you ain't ever scared to check me
And I'm chillin' with the guys; you ain't never sweat me
My niggas say I'm lucky; I told them niggas I'm blessed; I swear to God
Yeah, you was heaven-sent
There's something about you, girl
It's just different
I like the way it feels
When we're kissin', you're the only one
I was missing
All about you, this is your night
I'ma sure that you get it right
I want your love, yeah, but I want you the most
And hurt people, hurt people, but I ain't hurtin' nomore
So you ain't hurtin' for sure, and I don't care, but Cupid
For your love, I'm stupid You like the coupe when it's roofless
Lamb chops for Ruth Chris, girl, let's make this work
Man, I know you know your worth and have everything you deserve
All these niggas, you done curve, for your love, I trade it all
And girl, I trade it all
Money, cars, and everything
That's the reason why I need you
I'm trying to give you twins
Venus and Serena, Tia and Tamera
And you ain't ever scared to check on me
And I'm chillin' with the guys; you ain't never sweating me
My niggas say I'm lucky; I told them niggas I'm blessed; I swear to God
Yeah, you were heaven-sent
There's something about you, girl
It's just different
I like the way it feels
When we're kissing
You're the only one
I was missing
All about you, this is your night
I'm going to make sure that you get it right
Woah
Ah-ah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's something about you, girl
It's just different
I like the way it feels
When we're kissing
You're the only one
I was missing
All about you, this is your night
I'ma make sure that you get it right
You the finest, I ain't lyin', I'm bein' honest
And every time my phone rings, I tell you, girl, mind it
cause you the only one I want, I swear to God, and I promise
I could be your Clyde, baby; you could be my Bonnie
A nigga get out of line shit, I know you're help me line him
And put his ass somewhere; yeah, nobody can even find him
I know that you're a rider
They ask me, That's my girl I say I'm stickin' right beside her
So I flood you with some diamonds, and I put you in designer
And you ain't with the drama? All we do is count these commas
I swear you just a different
I know you understand me; that's the reason you don't tripping
When your friends are bitchin' you, just shut up and just listen
I'm sittin' reminiscin' how it all started
You know a nigga changed; now you know I was livin' heartless
Now I'm trying to figure it out; just tell me where your heart at
Shit, it doesn't even matter, because I'ma loveass regardless
Shit, and you ain't ever scared to check me
And I'm chillin' with the guys; you ain't never sweat me
My niggas say I'm lucky; I told them niggas I'm blessed; I swear to God
Yeah, you was heaven-sent
There's something about you, girl
It's just different
I like the way it feels
When we're kissin', you're the only one
I was missing
All about you, this is your night
I'ma sure that you get it right
I want your love, yeah, but I want you the most
And hurt people, hurt people, but I ain't hurtin' nomore
So you ain't hurtin' for sure, and I don't care, but Cupid
For your love, I'm stupid You like the coupe when it's roofless
Lamb chops for Ruth Chris, girl, let's make this work
Man, I know you know your worth and have everything you deserve
All these niggas, you done curve, for your love, I trade it all
And girl, I trade it all
Money, cars, and everything
That's the reason why I need you
I'm trying to give you twins
Venus and Serena, Tia and Tamera
And you ain't ever scared to check on me
And I'm chillin' with the guys; you ain't never sweating me
My niggas say I'm lucky; I told them niggas I'm blessed; I swear to God
Yeah, you were heaven-sent
There's something about you, girl
It's just different
I like the way it feels
When we're kissing
You're the only one
I was missing
All about you, this is your night
I'm going to make sure that you get it right
Woah
Credits
Writer(s): Troy France
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