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Lyrify.me

All-Star by T1-Pusha Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Verse: T1-Pusha]
Yeah, warm up
Man, know when I step in I'm bound to get shelly
Oi, Kenny run the 'riddim, don
I'm ready when you're ready
I be swaying in the booth, I get heavy on the henney
After this, I'm linking Bethany and Kelly, ugh
All these brothers say they got me
They don't get me, no one stop me
So don't stress me, I think properly
I move steady, I'm tryna buy a gaff
I ain't stressing 'bout no Fendi
Gyal love a man with jewels
But I still be getting plenty
I ain't got a chain, fam
I'm tryna make the dough grow
Won't see me in the range
I'll pick your girl up in the polo
You ain't getting low blow off no hoe
Just go home, get back in your Mercedes on your solo
Wrap it up rapid, got the studio blasting
Pack my bag, I got a package
Bag of lyrics, it's a madders
Catch me in the back, I'm getting toppers off a badders
She don't really eff with man
She just love to eff with rappers
[Verse: T1-Smoke]
Man, know when I step in I'm bound to get shelly
Oi, Kenny run the 'riddim, don
I'm ready when you're ready
I be swaying in the booth, I get heavy on the henney
After this, I'm linking Bethany and Kelly, ugh
All these brothers say they got me
They don't get me, no one stop me
So don't stress me, I think properly
I move steady, I'm tryna buy a gaff
I ain't stressing 'bout no Fendi
Gyal love a man with jewels
But I still be getting plenty
I ain't got a chain, fam
I'm tryna make the dough grow
Won't see me in the Range
I'll pick your girl up in the Polo
You ain't getting low blow off no hoe
Just go home, get back in your Mercedes on your solo
Wrap it up rapid, got the studio blasting
Pack my bag, I got a package
Bag of lyrics, it's a madders
Catch me in the back, I'm getting toppers off a badders
She don't really eff with man
She just love to eff with rappers
[Verse: J]
Oi, chick, I gotta dip for a bit
'Cause my shit's so sick, I'm making quids for a vid
So, quick slip, I just blitz through the bits
Arrive at the destination like I'm rich in the bitch
Your boats sailing, now I'm sinking your ship
I'm not thinking I'm sick, I just literally is
Them man are stood hating while they're picking the spliff
Fam, I'll rip him to bits, while I build up my quids
Originality is key, I've more than mastered it
They didn't like admitting that I'm sick
Because they're flapping it
Dropped 'Straight Rhymez', the vibes nuttin' but nice
I know little white kids and man in prison who are blasting it
It's nuttin', all the Manny bees are buzzing
Big up Rags, that's big bro'
Hella Manny man are coming
I'm tryna visualize it, like Sami with the camera
But there's man up on the screen that shouldn't be seen because they're bluffin'

[Verse: Tio]
Sick with the lyrics, the way I flip it
I fucking kill it, give me the figures
I want it, trust me to get it finished
Aitch is the illest, you dig it
You know I rip it, init
This gal got -
I lick it, I movin' sickly with it
I took my shades off, she fucked all her mates off
She was acting shy until the jeans, dem came off
Enough about gyal, you still see me with the same squad
From Jay plug to A1, it's my time, game on
See me, I'm tryna get rich before I turn twenty
Two years left to keep the P steady
But you know what the white boy's like
I'll spend it tonight and be coming home messy
Get me, nah you don't, you're not ready
They ask if you rate me, you just say 'semi'
Standard, bring like 10 of your favourite MC's
Trust me don, I'll spin any
Come then, who spits first?
Get a penny and flip it
Rip it to fuck, man's going all livid
Please quit it, know your limits
You're outside 'cause you can't get a ticket
I'm backstage with the girl
But I'm driving tonight so I just got a WKD
Might go pay my girl a quick visit
Hang on a minute, I don't have one, bin it