All Love

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'on even like you niggas
I'on even-, ayy

I'on even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in track and let you hear the engine?
Did her wrong, she got me back, we don't even gotta mention
She from the streets but she retired, a lame ass nigga I'm pinchin'
I miss the hood, I ain't gon' lie my momma say "Don't risk it"
I look the Barbie in her eyes and said, "I'm not your Kenny"
I'm in the car right now I'm flying, but still too late I missed you
Damn, damn, damn, aye

You got me beat with that, Ion even know how you sleep with that
If the love real keep with that before this shit too deep for that
I changed they life, and they don't even rap, the fans ask me for that
Nigga want beef, but you don't want blood you better keep it rap
Ran out of trouble to out of town, but that's where they tweaking at
Karma a bitch, she go around, it ain't no secret then
Damn, aye

Tune you kidding yourself
You do drugs and keep your peace, but they say you killing yourself
I fuck you to get at her and now you feeling yourself
You so high you said you God you must repent to yourself

Aye, aye
I'on even like you niggas
I'on even, aye
I'on even, aye
I'on even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in track and let you hear the engine?

I'on even, aye
I'on even like you niggas
I'on even like you niggas
I'on even like you niggas
I'on even like you niggas

Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in track and let you hear the engine?
Did her wrong, she got me back, we don't even gotta mention
Damn, damn, damn, aye

I'on even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
I'on even like you niggas, like eh
Damn, damn, I'on even
Aye, aye, aye



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Writer(s): Lucki Camel Jr.
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