Lil Wayne, Jeremih, Fabolous, Big Sean, The Game - All That (Lady) lyrics

Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana.U.S.

Fabolous [John David Jackson]

[Lil Wayne, Jeremih, Fabolous, Big Sean, The Game - All That Lady lyrics]

You know I love you like cooked food
I'm a good dude
Let's hit the Roscoe's on Pico
I'm in a hood mood
I'm sittin' here thinkin' 'bout all
The things I could do
So what you should do is
Play your position for Berkin bags
We poppin' tags
Her shoe game sick
We drinkin' Ace out of Red Bottles
True gang shit
Fuck with me and you're famous
Kanye'd my bitch
Now she's away from the nameless
Camera flashes from strangers
Turn a Range to a manger
Jesus piece on the plate
Yea 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, yea she cool like that
In them Trues, 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
My lady got me going
I'm where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that

Uh, 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
Ya
She love my tattoos
Ain't got no room for her name
But I'm a make room
She let her hair down, we have a stare down
She said "I'm glad you ate it
Where my cap & gown?"
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

Look, my girl's sweet like my hotel floor
From where they ran through more
Keys than a hotel door
The D
Give her the D now the whole hotel know
Feel like I'm looking down
From Heaven screaming "Oh
Hell no!"
When you hop on top, girl
That's what it feel like
She always had a player back
Like them field lights
And every time I left it ain't feel right
Cheated on her and she stayed
That's just real life
Cause it's hard when you ain't
On the same coast
Burning bread in the club so
All these girls want toast
Hoes try and wave but we
Ain't on the same boat
They trying to sink everything
That we made float
She told me 'bout her ex man
Her old boy stories
And how she had a dildo, you know
Toy stories
Don't fuck her on her period
Ain't into horror stories
I take her to my favorite restaurant
She order for me
Cause she know me

I'm feeling your style
I'm loving your swag
I like how your jeans fit
You're killing that bag
You working them heels
Your diamonds are real
You give me the chills, girl
You all that

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