Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Business, artist - V Don. Date of issue: 06.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Business |
| And V Don got my stock risin' |
| Said he had a problem with dog, so we hog tied 'em |
| You don’t gotta question the squad nigga we all riders |
| Said he had five trap spots, we hit all five 'em |
| I’m back buzzin' and the city love it |
| I’m tryna do it how Diddy does it |
| Women love me I ain’t thinkin' of it |
| Oh they related now they kissin' cousins |
| Ayo survival of the fittest |
| I’m the flyest and the littest |
| Tryna get it so a nigga still diving in the kitchen |
| Tryna find a fryer and a mixer |
| You lames think it’s all fun and games 'till we diving in ya sister |
| I’m in barbershop discussions and I’m leading the talk |
| Bridge the gap between the bean and New York |
| Trust this ain’t what you want |
| I took some losses but I ain’t taking shorts |
| Ayo I’m more than just a rap nigga |
| This authentic if you see me round rap niggas |
| It’s all business |
| This type of lingo |
| Is to never to be understanded |
| By you niggas that be pitching but underhanded |
| My niggas stay low from the Feddies and duck the cameras |
| Shave the hair off they fingers so nothing get stuck on hammers |
| You can sneak diss if you want if you taking this life for granted |
| Don’t let the fake Cubans and Xanax just hype ya mans up |
| I came back going ape shit versus bananas |
| Eat what you kill |
| Beats come with a will |
| I done seen shit that don’t seem fair |
| They told me they don’t come true so we don’t dream here |
| Now our hearts cold |
| Like when a nigga stick his foot out the sheets |
| Vito died in my teeth so he living through me |
| And nine five said it’s go time, nigga no lettin' up |
| Shit the odds is in ya favor if you bet on us |
| A couple million on the way in the Brinks truck |
| Now when you think of down the way, who you think of? |
| This year |
| I’m really claiming my spot |
| It’s new if you never knew for those who must of forgot |
| Shit we here |
| You don’t miss the water 'till the well runs dry |
| See if you could get ya shell front tied, Ayo |
| Niggas pay homage on collateral ransoms |
| DA throwing murder capitol tantrums |
| Trump going crazy 'bout the National Anthem |
| Meanwhile Puerto Rico can’t wait 'till the cans come |
| Yo, political ditto |
| Feeling like Malcolm staring out of this window |
| I got a fiend with a dream |
| But all he want is a pop in his Brillo |
| Couldn’t walk the turfs we ran |
| That’s when dirt began |
| Pop his top with the pillow |
| For real though |
| My shooters still shittin' up |
| Fist to cuffs, stomach and ribs didn’t touch |
| Huh, stop waitin' until shit adjust |
| Adjust shit, or stand around sittin' ducks, nigga |
| Close encounters, cognac, negotiatin' |
| Counter offers screw business, corner offers |
| Crew came from the corner, oh we know it’s profit |
| Hand gun in my pocket, politicin' topics |
| The black Michael Dukakis |
| Do a buck on Ducatis |
| Residential, ducking cops, Kamikaze |
| I’m too modest, I’m cocky |
| Rock Le Coq Sportif |
| Black Jeep, sports package, relax in the suite |
| Sweet dreams never nightmares I stare at the Beach |
| I’m makin' love drink mad water, get enough sleep |
| I’m gettin' paid in my sleep, you niggas fake gridin' |
| My steak knife cut the lamb shank, I went Bondin' |
| I’m buying properties, see returns, I’m gettin' turnt |
| Cuban cigars get burnt |
| Equestrian on my shirt |
| Kick a nigga down the stairs now you eatin' Sherbert |
| Yeah, hospital gown, could have got murdered, TCP |