Текст песни The Game - All That (Lady)

[Verse 1: Game] 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 Birkin 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, yeah, 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 Gucci backpack, My ladybug, yeah, she cool like that In them Trues, why you move like that? [Chorus: Jeremih] 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 goin', I'm where she already knows, She knows she can get All that, all that, all that. [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 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 smilin' and blushin', If I don't answer my phone, then we probably fuckin', yeah! She love my tattoos, Ain't got no room for her name but Imma make room, She let her hair down, we have a stare down, She said, “I'm glad you ate it”. Where my cap and 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. [Chorus] [Verse 3: Big Sean] Look, my girl sweet like my hotel floor, From where they ran through more keys than a hotel door, Indeed, give her the D now the whole hotel know, Feel like I'm lookin' down from heaven screamin', “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, Burnin' bread in the club so all these girls want toast, Hoes try and wave but we ain't on the same boat, They tryin' 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. [Chorus] [Outro: Fabolous] I'm feelin' your style, I'm lovin' your swag, I like how your jeans fit, You killin' that bag, You workin' them heels, Your diamonds are real, You give me the chills, girl, You all that...
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