Alllaboy Song Lyrics

Alllaboy by Fe Tha Don

(Hook)
Anything a nigga seein’, man, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga ownin’, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga want, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
I’m an allaboy, nigga, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga wantin’, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga touchin’, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga want, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
I’m an allaboy, nigga, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
(Verse)
I bag that hood transition, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Now I got the wiz, where the true man, got the bid
We slide otha people credit, baby, try to get mentioned
Rockin’ with the pig flick, you tryna get flipped
Ten guapa laid bag, way to carry my bricks
I was parked on the 1, married to that 6
Married to the game, pretty stone is my wind lock
Slide through, we beatin’ on the cars like Autobot
Autobot, show me what you got, swallow bot
Put the mayor in the cop when we enter lot
Word to my kids, it’s on top, this will neva stop
Bad life skill, baby, bottles and packs
Finna buzz down all on this pick-pack
Art take sponsor, I invest in rap
2015, too short, boy on the map
I’m makin’ plays with my doors, otha hand in the trap
(Hook)
Anything a nigga seein’, man, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga ownin’, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga want, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
I’m an allaboy, nigga, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga wantin’, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga touchin’, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga want, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
I’m an allaboy, nigga, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
(Verse 2)
Allaboy, shouts out to my ole’ b**ch
I can do without the stress, have no b**ches
Catch me slidin’ in my low with some new b**ches
I’mma show a lotta love, but I neva kiss em
We can flex around the town, show you how I’m livin’
Then I take yo ass down back to business
Rather live my life alone, drownin’ in my riches
Count stacks, eat fat with some diet b**ches
Uh, feelin’s, baby, need them bankrolls
Stupid, gravy, you trickin’ on em lame hoes
And complain hoes, I ain’t hearin’ none of that
We make a couple stacks, baby, make yo booty clap
I like the Gucci, that Louie, that Mark Jacob
Time for it, for hoes to fix their make-up
Fake pimps and silfs, they take they paint cuts
I’m on that mob sh*t, sellin’ what niggas pay for
(Hook)
Anything a nigga seein’, man, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga ownin’, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga want, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
I’m an allaboy, nigga, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga wantin’, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga touchin’, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
Anything a nigga want, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch
I’m an allaboy, nigga, yeah, it’s all in the b**ch