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Puff Daddy
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All or Nothing feat. French Montana & Wiz Khalifa
(Chorus) I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing Don't give me nothing Ayo French, yo, talk to 'em I want it all or nothing, these ni**as be fronting These ni**as be fronting You know what I'm talking bout You came here with nothing, you leave here with nothing You know what I'm talking bout, you know what I'm talking bout
(Verse 1 – French Montana) She came here with nothing, she gon leave with nothing I was born with nothing, gon die with nothing My dome is strapped and she'll die for nothing You came here for them, came out with nothing My whole team stunting, neck full of gold, haaan I'm high and drunk, don't listen to this No OG or Puff, got Christian women She came from the block, it was picture women Hop on this yacht, come fishing with me All these bad bi**hes taking pictures with me All the police taking pictures of me New Lambo, all pistol whipping
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(Verse 2) I want it all You want it to but s**t, I want it more I had a ball I spoke to Ye, he said I am a god Got no time though You know what I'm talking bout? You can't take it with you, you might as well ball You know what I'm talking bout? I take from the rich and I give to the poor I want it all or nothing, don't give me nothing 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I was born with nothing, gon die with nothing They ain't give me nothing so I owe em nothing
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(Verse 3 – Wiz Khalifa) I want all the weed, I want all the cheese I want a bad bi**h from overseas I need my d**k s**ked, I mean, on your knees I roll a paper plane, go where I'm supposed to be I'm probably in the clouds and I ain't looking down No problems, I got all smiles The ni**as with me, they all wild Counting money, let it all pile They've been waiting a long while For a young ni**a with his own style She hit my phone and I go to her house Give me that brain, told her open her mouth Know when I'm bout, money, marijuana, pu**y Some things I don't go without Come to my house, probably get lost Have you stuffing weed, you won't make it out I be so high that I'm floating F**ked this bi**h and now she open Talking bout she want a real one All these ni**as, I don't feel none Hundred thousand dollar bills on her Wrote another thousand dollar meal I'm the king and all my ni**as loyal still Take your bi**h and fuck her, crazy for the thrill I ain't tripping on you ni**as cause I'm making paper Laugh now, she gon f**k me later Smell the caking from the elevator No phones, they investigators
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