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All Over (feat. T-Bruin) Video (MV)




Performed By: Don Smith
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Romelle Loiseau, Terron Johnson




Don Smith - All Over (feat. T-Bruin) Lyrics
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Shout out my Atlanta love
She a real one
Numb to tequila shots
Take 'em till she feel one
Day shift at Follie's
Now she working at The Flame
Spring breaking in Miami
But ain't nothing in her name
Shout out my lil' Uptown shawty
On her clout shit
But I love the way she put together outfits
Junya Watanbe jeans sitting
Little Ice coffee sipping
Every time I make her take the train to Brooklyn
She be tripping
My lil' Cali love
Got me a Cali plug
So when I'm touching down
You know I hit her up
And told me if I rap about her better say
That hands down she the baddest in the bay
Shout out my Toronto baby
She on a mean streak
Her bad ass spendin' cash all on Queen Street
Know that I can't keep 'em all forever, hey
Well it's gone be a long time until forever
We got
Girls all over the globe
Girls all over the globe
We got girls all over the globe
Girls all over the globe
We got girls all over the globe
(Aye we got girls)
Girls all over the globe
(we got girls, girls)
We got girls all over the globe
(Aye we got girls)
Girls all over the globe
(we got girls, girls)
Wash Heights chick a lil' thicker
Than the rest of her crew
I skipped two shifts over the weekend
To kick it with you
You make extra food
Even though it's just me and you
I'm talkin' Monday lunch break
I got leftovers too
My Harlem joint like to f*ck
While we watching the tube
She let me record while I'm trying out moves
My Flatbush jawn accent thicker than her mattress dog
I'm talking patois, ganja on her fabric dog
My lil' queen from Queens
Never been seen on scene
Her P.O. keep her low key
She did a dime for her team
A nasty Staten Puerto Rican give me reasons to be
On and off the ferry getting seasick for her sweets
I spent half my check for a hooch that lives in the Bronx
Who would have thought
I know a couple dudes that live on her block
They used to buy my music
But now they all moving like hawks
Since they found out what I really came to do on that block
I got a lot of that stress
I spent a lot of my bread
I might offer advice before I offer my bed
Some of them know my name
But not where I live
I shoot my shot from any pocket I'm in
DonSMITH
We got
Girls all over the globe
Girls all over the globe
Yeah
We got girls all over the globe
Girls all over the globe
Yeah
We got girls all over the globe
(Aye we got girls)
Girls all over the globe
(we got girls, girls)
Yeah
We got girls all over the globe
(Aye we got girls)
Girls all over the globe
(we got girls, girls)
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Shout out my Atlanta love
She a real one
Numb to tequila shots
Take 'em till she feel one
Day shift at Follie's
Now she working at The Flame
Spring breaking in Miami
But ain't nothing in her name
Shout out my lil' Uptown shawty
On her clout shit
But I love the way she put together outfits
Junya Watanbe jeans sitting
Little Ice coffee sipping
Every time I make her take the train to Brooklyn
She be tripping
My lil' Cali love
Got me a Cali plug
So when I'm touching down
You know I hit her up
And told me if I rap about her better say
That hands down she the baddest in the bay
Shout out my Toronto baby
She on a mean streak
Her bad ass spendin' cash all on Queen Street
Know that I can't keep 'em all forever, hey
Well it's gone be a long time until forever
We got
Girls all over the globe
Girls all over the globe
We got girls all over the globe
Girls all over the globe
We got girls all over the globe
(Aye we got girls)
Girls all over the globe
(we got girls, girls)
We got girls all over the globe
(Aye we got girls)
Girls all over the globe
(we got girls, girls)
Wash Heights chick a lil' thicker
Than the rest of her crew
I skipped two shifts over the weekend
To kick it with you
You make extra food
Even though it's just me and you
I'm talkin' Monday lunch break
I got leftovers too
My Harlem joint like to f*ck
While we watching the tube
She let me record while I'm trying out moves
My Flatbush jawn accent thicker than her mattress dog
I'm talking patois, ganja on her fabric dog
My lil' queen from Queens
Never been seen on scene
Her P.O. keep her low key
She did a dime for her team
A nasty Staten Puerto Rican give me reasons to be
On and off the ferry getting seasick for her sweets
I spent half my check for a hooch that lives in the Bronx
Who would have thought
I know a couple dudes that live on her block
They used to buy my music
But now they all moving like hawks
Since they found out what I really came to do on that block
I got a lot of that stress
I spent a lot of my bread
I might offer advice before I offer my bed
Some of them know my name
But not where I live
I shoot my shot from any pocket I'm in
DonSMITH
We got
Girls all over the globe
Girls all over the globe
Yeah
We got girls all over the globe
Girls all over the globe
Yeah
We got girls all over the globe
(Aye we got girls)
Girls all over the globe
(we got girls, girls)
Yeah
We got girls all over the globe
(Aye we got girls)
Girls all over the globe
(we got girls, girls)
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Writer: Romelle Loiseau, Terron Johnson
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