Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All That Remix, artist - DJ Db405Date of issue: 08.09.2017
Song language: English
All That Remix |
| DJ DB405 All that |
| O city to Atlanta All that |
| Huh, yeah |
| And it’s 1K till I go away, you dead |
| God is trill forever |
| You know what time it is |
| They think we might drop |
| But I don’t know 'bout all that |
| They say they don’t talk |
| But I don’t know 'bout all that |
| Talk to Famo, I won’t stop |
| They might as well just fall back |
| I know everything we lost |
| We 'bout to get it all back |
| Left my pro’lems on that cross |
| Oh, yeah, He paid fo' all that |
| I live life just like a boss |
| 'Cause I was made fo' all that |
| Pull up dressed all black |
| They like, «What you call that?» |
| I just yell out, «New Chuuch» |
| Oh, yeah, it’s time fo' all that, all that |
| I ain’t takin' no breaks |
| All night I’m awake |
| No sleep fo' this guy |
| Unless I doze off my mistake |
| I’m stayin' ahead |
| While they in the bed |
| I was dodgin' a lick |
| Just like Smokey and Craig, yeah |
| Then I switched lanes on these folks |
| Now I’m unashamed on these folks |
| Went from sittin' on the bench |
| Now I’m in the game on these folks |
| 'Cause we in the man |
| God is the plug, I’m the middleman |
| Did what I’m sayin', I never land |
| I got no worries like Peter Pan, yeah |
| They think we might drop |
| But I don’t know 'bout all that |
| They say they don’t talk |
| But I don’t know 'bout all that |
| Talk to Famo, I won’t stop |
| They might as well just fall back |
| I know everything we lost |
| We 'bout to get it all back |
| Left my pro’lems on that cross |
| Oh, yeah, He paid fo' all that |
| I live life just like a boss |
| 'Cause I was made fo' all that |
| Pull up dressed all black |
| They like, «What you call that?» |
| I just yell out, «New Chuuch» |
| Oh, yeah, it’s time fo' all that, all that |
| Surfboard, OK, pull up dressed in all black |
| Team huge like all that |
| Live my life just like a boss |
| 'Cause I was made fo' all that |
| I go way off of the G |
| I saw a light fo' the door |
| Trust when I’m leavin' the house |
| I’m lockin' the door |
| I put that work in the back |
| Yeah, I spent a lot on the bag |
| I got a lot on my mind |
| I gotta iron the raps |
| The wavier, the better |
| Just hand me the cheddar |
| Sippin' on water |
| Pressure gon' make me a diamond, yeah, Surfboard |
| They think we might drop |
| But I don’t know 'bout all that |
| They say they don’t talk |
| But I don’t know 'bout all that |
| Talk to Famo, I won’t stop |
| They might as well just fall back |
| I know everything we lost |
| We 'bout to get it all back |
| Left my pro’lems on that cross |
| Oh, yeah, He paid fo' all that |
| I live life just like a boss |
| 'Cause I was made fo' all that |
| Pull up dressed all black |
| They like, «What you call that?» |
| I just yell out, «New Chuuch» |
| Oh, yeah, it’s time fo' all that, all that |
| All that, all that (all that) |
| All that, all that (all that) |
| All that, oh, yeah (all that) |
| It’s time fo' all that, all that (all that) |
| All that, all that (all that) |
| All that, all that (all that) |
| All that, oh, yeah (all that) |
| It’s time fo' all that, all that (all that) |
| All that, all that |
| All that, all that |
| All that, oh, yeah |
| It’s time fo' all that, all that |
| All that, all that |
| All that, all that |
| All that, oh, yeah |
| It’s time fo' all that, all that |