All That by Game
You know I love you like cooked food, I�m a good dude
Let�s hit the Roscoe�s on Peko, I�m in a hood mood
Sittin� here thinkin� �bout all the things I could do
So what you should do is�
Pack your bags, we poppin� tags, her shoe game sick
We drinkin� Ace out of Red Bottles, choosey shit
Fuck with me and you�re famous
Kanye ate my bitch, now she�s away from the neighbours
Camera flashes from strangers
Turn a Range to a manger
Jesus piece on her neck, and my baby an angel
Fell straight up out of Heaven into what we into
Who knew we�d grew into, whatever we into
That�s too much for your mental
So we snapback that
Game on point like the stripes on my Gucc backpack
My ladybug, and she cool like that
And them tunes, why you move like that
You know my lady always on
She know I need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
I�m where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that, all that
You my lady
And that pussy feel like a haven
We can make babies
Let�s be creative
She say leave them tricks alone but I�m a skater
I love her like her daddy, told her no man would
I got a lot of bad bitches, she the only one good
I got her flowers for nothing, she smiling and blushing
If I don�t answer my phone, then we probably fucking
She love my tattoos
Ain�t got no room for her name but I�mma make room
She let her hair down, we have a stare down
She said �I�m glad you ate it, where my cabbie gone?�
Told her �I can be your chauffeur�
Dick like a limo, multiple orgasms
That�s my M.O
Redbone pretty
I kiss her from her titty to her clitty
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