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All Ears
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Hip-Hop/Rap
All Ears was released on July 2, 2021 by MoneyyDj as a part of the album Moneyy Problems
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Release DateJuly 2, 2021
LabelMoneyyDj
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM123

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davin Simmons
Davin Simmons
Lyrics

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If im sayin it once i wont say it again
Mean if we hit ya block we gone spray it again
If i fuck wit some bitches they comin in twos
Gotta play by the rules i aint sparing ha friends
Know if i wore it once i wont wear it again
Always knew i was it when it very begin
They was jacking my style cause i carry the trend
Think my shooter went gay he took care of his man
[Verse 2]
You would think im lil baby i keep me a gunna
Blow down the town smoking runtz in the summer
Im pulling ha hair damn near givin ha trauma
The black president like my name was obama
I smoke me some kush that resemble the bushes
Aint playing no games hall of fame not a rookie
My choppa went blind betta watch where you lookin
I cant calm ha down once this bitch get to cookin
[Verse 3]
Cartier buffs just too see where im headed
Bricks on my feet like cocaine when im stepping
Embarrassed the bitch if she try to get messy
Dont try em dont try em advise not to test me
Been pimpin on hoes since the age of 11
Ain have a phone i couldnt send ha no message
I might be short but just watch where you steppin
This drac got his back if he trip its gone catch em
[Verse 4]
I give her this medicine some like a doctor
Dont play wit the kid i throw fits like a toddler
Im pulling ha hair while she scratching my boxers
I flex onna hoe think im some like a model
[Verse 5]
Crew neck my collar sit under my chains
Screwback my diamonds too close to my brain
Speak on my credentials you die by the name
He kept taking shots had to show em my aim
[Verse 6]
If im sayin it once i wont say it again
Mean if we hit ya block we gone spray it again
If i fuck wit some bitches they comin in twos
Gotta play by the rules i aint sparing ha friends
Know if i wore it once i wont wear it again
Always knew i was it when it very beginning
They was jacking my style cause i carry the trend
Think my shooter went gay he took care of his man
[Verse 7]
I get hot in the winter i sweat wit my coat on
Slip when you walking behind me like frozone
She wanna act up i told da hoe so long
And she betta get it together while she gone
Naw ian get rich over night it was gradual
Flip me a opp call this draco my spatula
Thinking its sweet had to show em im sour
These bullets came down on his head like a shower
Fucked on a hoe then she say i went ghost
But thats just whatchu do when you got all this power
Fuck on ha sister when she make me mad but thats just how you act when you been in yo bag
Know ima miss ha but only a little
My car match my fit when i pull off the tags
**** that mention me givin me blisters
I cant even listen he really just mad
[Verse 8]
Been about 10 minutes i done made about double
Baby ion mean to brag but the game in trouble
Blue and green scripts straight racks inna bundle
But it weigh too much had to grab my shovel
Cirlcle too small for the friends so i cut em
White vvs shine from a glance ion tuck em
Gotta take a blicky in the field so i clutch it
Everybody aint real so be careful who you trustin
[Verse 9]
Bust down both of my arms like watch this
Glock 17 might gone rick fox it
Give me all ears ian sayin it again
Intercept the pack ain no pass interference
Rocking double G attire yeah i stand for the brand
Send ya ass to heaven shake hands wit the man
Sick of trusting **** they done ran out of chances
Future millionaire im putting on for the grandkids
[Verse 10]
Basic ass hoes cant meet my standards
Ball everyday like a **** beat cancer
Rubbers on the way we aint taking no chance
Gotta get it bust down if the watch not dancing
Do the whole dash hellcat start prancing
Bad bitch nasty yeah i gotta have it
Classy savage some like a stallion
**** try to get in my lane im fouling
I prefer all my hoes not childish
Most of these **** cant hold they silence
Feeling like nick wit this cannon im wildin
Out
Over here we aint having no droughts
Rapper weed in my wood finna trip me out
Real fashion no stylist had to drip me out
Windows tinted so a **** cant pick me out
Give a cop a cold case tryna figure me
Out
Written by: Davin Simmons
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