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My All lyrics by Polo G

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[Chorus]
Love could have you in a
trance you need to
desperately wake up from
When it was time to dance,
could always count on you
to be my plus-one
High on cloud nine from
stomach butterflies, it’s
when that rush come
I gave that ungrateful
bitch my all, that wasn’t
enough, huh
No, I swear these hoes, you
can’t trust ’em
Baby, I don’t want relations,
I’m just tryna fuck some
I’m just tryna drop a hit
and make the club jump
But I hate that I was too
deep in so young

[Verse 1]
I done spent two-thirty on a brand-
new Richard Mille
I been turnt up, I’m the youngest
and the richest in my city
All on Twitter on my dick because
that bitch can’t get up with mе
This rapper lifestyle lit, callеd
it a quits and now she shitty, uh
In my bag, not in my feelings, do
I miss it? Nah, not really
And I know these niggas envy, so
I’m clutchin’ on my semi
With my goon squad,
and we don’t
catch a temp, so please
don’t tempt me
Glock gon’ do it’s job and bro gon’
blow that bitch ’til it get empty,
uh
And for bro, I’d give my kidney up,
shots, that’s a hundred sixty plus
Me and Liv just fucked Philly up,
fucking hoes, I done bust plenty
nuts
My care on zero, not no hero,
nigga, I don’t give any fucks
Adrenaline, that’s why my fit
gon’ spaz out and let glizzies
bust
[Chorus]
Love could have you in a trance
you need to desperately wake up
from
When it was time to dance, could
always count on you to be my plus-
one
High on cloud nine from stomach
butterflies, it’s when that rush
come
I gave that ungrateful bitch my
all, that wasn’t enough, huh
No, I swear these hoes, you can’
t trust ’em
Baby, I don’t want relations,
I’m just tryna fuck some
I’m just tryna drop a hit
and make the club jump
But I hate that I was too
deep in so young

[Verse 2]
Casamigos sippin’, I’m so in
that I can’t speak proper
She be doin’ dicks from block
to block, heard she’s a street
hopper
1300, baby, but got love from
all the ReRockers
Them sliders stampin’ hits,
ain’t gotta ask who did it,
we shot you
For Ed ‘nem and Lil Bit, bitch,
you will get your hood hit
Had to watch ’em get put in the
grave, them the same niggas I
stood with
Bronem tryna ease that pain every
time that them ‘Woods lit
Accept all my mistakes, it’s just
one thing I wish I could fix
Niggas did way too much talkin’,
it’s a lot of dead opps that I
should diss
And really I be humble, it’s a
lot of hoes that I could hit
‘Fore I fall off or stumble,
we extort niggas on some Suge
shit
How the fuck you gon’ speak on
what I did with my chances? You
ain’t never took risks

[Chorus]
Love could have you in a trance
you need to desperately wake up
from
When it was time to dance, could
always count on you to be my plus-
one
High on cloud nine from stomach
butterflies, it’s when that rush
come
I gave that ungrateful bitch my
all, that wasn’t enough, huh
No, I swear these hoes, you can’
t trust ’em
Baby, I don’t want relations,
I’m just tryna fuck some
I’m just tryna drop a hit and
make the club jump
But I hate that I was too
deep in so young

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