Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All About You, artist - Swifty McVay. Date of issue: 13.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All About You |
| I’ve got two ears and one mouth |
| Now hold that thought (Why?) |
| Because you supposed to listen |
| Twice as much as you talk (Okay) |
| And everybody mention how my mind is lost |
| Yeah, it is |
| But basically, it’s not my fault (Ha!) |
| They hatin' on Swift |
| And as far as this game |
| I’m an atheist; |
| and they waitin' to get me pissed |
| And ain’t nobody missin' me |
| They just wanna diss |
| Trying to size me up |
| And then they criticize my shit (Fuck that!) |
| But I can take criticism |
| I’m not lying |
| My spirit is different, yo |
| So I don’t mind dying (Blaow!) |
| Niggas got a motive that I’ve noticed |
| With bogus questions |
| All them hoes just wanna drive by, spying |
| What, where, and why in |
| The hell them niggas trying |
| To define my mind |
| Like I wasn’t trained with guidance |
| I be ridin' everywhere across the D |
| And I be looking at them |
| Straight through this crystal ball with me |
| I know! |
| And they wonder why I don’t come around no more |
| And they tellin' everybody |
| I’m a sellout ho (Ha!) |
| But they would never let a nigga know what I know |
| Yeah, I know |
| You gotta look good |
| Put on a show (Ha!) |
| And when you perform |
| You might as well do a poem |
| 'Cuz they be spittin' vemon |
| At niggas, and don’t know 'em |
| Perceive it to be true |
| But never can show 'em |
| I see 'em with their crew |
| They speak, but I ignore 'em |
| I be in the nieghborhood |
| Even when it’s storming |
| Out in the corner |
| Then, a house full of boredom |
| There, they’ll be talking their most talk |
| When I’m tourin' |
| And when I get back |
| They wanna act like they knowin' something |
| Tellin' me, «Why can’t niggas eat like you do?» |
| Eventually, motherfucker! |
| I see right through you (Nigga!) |
| I got a dark cloud |
| And the hood’s full of voodoo |
| And to my real niggas |
| What would you do? |
| I know… |
| Ha! |
| It’s better to be quiet |
| And they think you dumb |
| Other than talking the talk |
| Making it obvious to them |
| I will not be caught speaking |
| I’m high off the gin |
| I’m thinkin' about pussy |
| He dreamin' about him |
| Now it seems to me |
| Being the man that I am |
| I tell him I’m out |
| I shake his hand; |
| then I scram |
| Now why the fuck he actin' |
| Like he really give a damn |
| He probably got a habit |
| Just as mad as their friends |
| Wakin' up every morning |
| Chalkin' up a plan with blueprints |
| «How can we destroy this man? |
| Damn!» |
| You only got two cents |
| And you’re an unemployed fan |
| A nigga that everyone should avoid |
| Stop playing! |
| It’s sad; |
| you don’t know my last name though |
| You niggas only know my first name 'cuz they know |
| And what you need to do |
| Is concentrate on your dough |
| And don’t hate on me no more |
| If so, Imma know |
| Nigga! |