All Love

Tyga

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Dont You Worry About The Beef My Nigga,Everything's Straight
When You See Me In The Hood,Dont Worry You Aint Gotta Hate
Wassup Wassup Wassup (Its All Love)
Wassup Wassup Wassup (Its All Love)
Shit, We All In A Recession, Nigga Im Broke To
I See You Lookin At Me,What The Fuck I Do To You
Wassup Wassup Wassup (Its All Love)
Wassup Wassup Wassup (Its All Love)

Look, Hate To Glit It
Wrist In Hand
This Aint No Little Man
Just Presidential Rolex And,
This Is My Biggest And,
Jelously Attractin Them
Tryin My Best To Do Less,
Tryin My Best But,
Im Such To A Greater Extend
My Phone Rings,
A Block Call,
2 A.M.
Who Could It Be,
Not Moms.
She's [?]
[?]
Smilin,
Sayin Her Son Paid It
Like If One Make It,
We All Made It.

Im Tryna To Be Paitent Homie,
But All This Hatin On Me,
Got Me Thinkin Saten Own Me.
I Dont Owe Em,
But My whole Circle Waitin On Me
If I Dont Show Em, Make Moves
They Gone Be Skatin On Me,
Now This Basement Lonely
Or We On That Tv Doin That,
Matter Fact,
I Think Ima Give Em A Call Them Back
But I Aint Got Time For All That
Tryna Give Me Gifts
So They Can Say They Bought That
Agree,What You Want From Me
A Bag Full Of Money?

All My Westside Riders Wassup, Wassup
All My Eastside Riders Wassup, Wassup
All My Northside Riders Wassup, Wassup
And All My Southsdie Riders Wassup, Wassup
L.A. N.Y. Wassup (Its All Love)
And My A.V.A Wassup (Its All Love)
Chi City Detroit Wassup (Its All Love)
H Town Boston Wassup (Its All Love)