Royal Clutch, Ioan Delice - All on me lyrics

[Royal Clutch, Ioan Delice - All on me lyrics]

Woke up this morning still
Smelling like last night
A niggah 23 out still looking to get a slice
And all it be is me
Chilling and sipping my henessy
I gotta see what the dealie be
My niggahz fittina scheme we
Be hitting dropping them writtens in
Studios pumping dreams you see
I'm just a niggah from the NYC
So what you see is what you get
Ain't a doubt I stroke from the left
Had her left run outta breath
From triple x sex
I rest my case spending dollars
When I'm getting paid
3 eights please fittina roll
The rollie it's tasty
I wish I had some green
For every niggah that's wasted
Switch the scene to where my niggahz is
Chilling no enemies I dream on
Drag it from the l I'm a steam on
Blow smoke through my nose they be
Like Kos you’re so bold, i know

Imagine if this life was all for me
Forever down my girl would even
Take a charge for me police would even stop
Killing niggas unlawfully
And if it's up to me
All of my niggas eating comfortably
My nigga Bata in the range, switch lanes
Doing a buck and change
Hitting them hookers just where it hurts
Grabbing her by the skirt
Fuck it, she love to flirt
I’m inside, she like "Let me ride oh!"
You love the way that I
Just floss on these hoes, on these hoes
We just them "DWNTWN niggas"
You know you know

Super duper rapper intelligence
I stunt on irrelevance
For never blessing hoes, the ill reverend
I’m heaven sent
Steaming on a thing with a heaven scent
Ever since ‘91
I been high and haven’t left heaven since
Niggas be tripping because I represent
Slim Poppa getting dollars
Popping collars like I never left
Deliver best sex, Henny in excess
One in a milly and I’m the best bet nigga

Ay yo the way I gloss you
Could get it all from me, and
When the sun is out she could
Get it all for free
When I'm hitting bitches singing
Like do re mi
And shorty wet yo she could get it all on me
All on me, and shorty wet to she could
Get it all on me, all on me

Smooth as I am, I never give ‘em the chance
To copy, I’m popping
It’s like I hopped up out of a pan
I’m Rocky, but black and in this fight
You ain’t stopping the jab
You sloppy in fact and I’m precise
When I’m stomping that ass
Tonight, I got no cares in the world
Me and my niggas got it figured
We just stand, adjust the plan to your girl
And if it fit
She can tug on this tip with closed grips
For a night she gon remember
Remember just no pics
Damn, I’m just feeling like I’m
The man at the moment
When cameras are rolling, I just perform
No sugarcoating it for, nothing or no one
I ain’t slowing til I’m going a 110
In 60 mile per hour zone with
Not a damn issue
With me whipping a Benz S550
The color of nose tissues
I’m, so cold, just bumping that orchestral
With Jase and Kos
‘cause we know where them flows get you

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