Hit-Boy - All Good lyrics

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Hit-Boy - All Good lyrics

[Intro: D-WHY] Can we all just get along? I wish we all could Let's try to work it out, man I think we all should I'm gettin' sick and tired of actin' all hood Even thought it's all bad, you know it's still all good [Verse 1: D-WHY] They tell me ain't nothing free in life, but I'm living my life carefree Stuntin' like someone triple-double-dog dared me Duffle bags saying, "carry me" Model chicks saying, "marry me" Ain't got sh** yet, but I promise in the future there will be: One me, two chicks, three-ways, four-play Five yachts, six planes, seven plaques, eight chains Nine lives, ten times, I'mma k** the whole game Accessories compliment, but the outfit is insulting Riding in something mean, but I'm kissing on something nice Sometimes I hate myself, but I'm loving life Do you love your life? If pain's the price of pretty, someone put me out my misery Y'all making mistakes, I'm making history I'll keep it on the humble, but see arrogance is more fun Nice as your favorite rapper, just better looking and more young Tell her slow down, give me less lip and more tongue Ignore all the bullsh**, that's how you'll get more done [Hook: D-WHY] See everybody talks, but I don't wanna listen I'm just on vacation, they just out here trippin' You've been here 60 seconds, I've been here for a minute Thanks for your concern, but let me handle my business Can we all just get along? I wish we all could Let's try to work it out, man I think we all should I'm getting sick and tired of trying to act all hood Even thought it's all bad, you know it's still all good [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] D-WHY...H.B I got bad b**hes in tandems, watch me play on this piano No, you n***as cannot stand him, but them hoes all think he's handsome Hold her a** up like it's ransom, then she vanish if she's Spanish Pretty women got it in for me, she look like she's from Italy I just came from France, where French women just kissing me You might not understand if your pa**port lookin' empty I ain't got no sympathy, cooler than a winter breeze Tell her, "sit down, shut up, baby girl just sip this Hennessy" We never going back to broke again, we supposed to win Told you from the opening, but you wasn't focused in There go them hoes again, all over my trojan man I ain't Troy, but these roman numerals keep on rolling in We gettin' paper and we dress so player Smoking purple, wearing gold, you would think I was a Laker I am ballin' on these hoes, watch my turn around J'er And I keep these b**hes wet like Reggie Miller on the Pacers [Hook] [Verse 3: D-WHY] Crazy, amazing, I'm racing, no pacing, I raise the bar 'Til I'm eighty-some with great grandbabies and 80 cars Life's a McDonald's combo meal, baby we going large And I think with my dick, so you know I'm going hard I'm going off, but they tell me I'm on And I'm feeling so right, but they tell me that I'm wrong You know I'm with a red-haired hippie chick, no top, sandals on Get up in it, handle business, finish, and I'm gone Girls tell me I'm too hood, friends say I ain't hood enough New girl says I'm too good, ex says I ain't good enough I'll do all I can to embarra** you, then do some more sh** To ensure in 20 years, my sons stunt all over your kids I.D. says I'm 22, think like I'm 35 Act like I'm 18, dress like I'm buried alive Feel like I'm very alive, live like I'm ready to die Devilish looks, I'm one hell of a guy [Hook]

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