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For You Video (MV)




Performed By: AllTypez
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Matthew Woodworth




AllTypez - For You Lyrics
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Diablo, But I stay colder than Chicago
Picasso, Now I sell my art for a lot yo
Gold chain, gold ring, gold everything
No it won't be the same
Gucci gang, Louis gang, got me everything but a wedding ring
Analyze that I'm better
Getting equipped with the cheddar
Umbrella, don't let it rain on me never
Get down to business
Suspicious about everyone and everything
Never tip toe, stomp on anyone for anything
Start the ignition, in the system
The whole system has been arranged
Guys with bandanas, prescriptions and drugs
But I don't even need a thing.
Do what I do
Drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke
And chill on the scene
For the fellas, getting money cause they jealous
For the ladies, looking good so they hating
For the hustlers, making moves they keep stacking
Sexy mama, no drama count the commas
For the fellas, getting money cause they jealous
For the ladies, looking good so they hating
For the hustlers, making moves they keep stacking
Sexy mama, no drama count the commas
I check when hustlers making their moves
No bad company with nothing to lose
Paid in connections attaching the crew
That's the new wave, do what I do
And drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke
And chill on the scene
Pyro, Smoke fire out of time yo
Drive slow, keep watch for the five o
The dream team, we not recruiting at this time though
Got the full squad, jewels on when we pull up
Got the trunk and it's making some noise
THC sweating right out my pores
Throwing this money all over the floor
Pouring this liquor I'm drinking some more
The plan Stands, I'm the damn man
Got the microphone, in my damn hand
For the fellas, getting money cause they jealous
For the ladies, looking good so they hating
For the hustlers, making moves they keep stacking
Sexy mama, no drama count the commas
For the fellas, getting money cause they jealous
For the ladies, looking good so they hating
For the hustlers, making moves they keep stacking
Sexy mama, no drama count the commas
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English

Diablo, But I stay colder than Chicago
Picasso, Now I sell my art for a lot yo
Gold chain, gold ring, gold everything
No it won't be the same
Gucci gang, Louis gang, got me everything but a wedding ring
Analyze that I'm better
Getting equipped with the cheddar
Umbrella, don't let it rain on me never
Get down to business
Suspicious about everyone and everything
Never tip toe, stomp on anyone for anything
Start the ignition, in the system
The whole system has been arranged
Guys with bandanas, prescriptions and drugs
But I don't even need a thing.
Do what I do
Drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke
And chill on the scene
For the fellas, getting money cause they jealous
For the ladies, looking good so they hating
For the hustlers, making moves they keep stacking
Sexy mama, no drama count the commas
For the fellas, getting money cause they jealous
For the ladies, looking good so they hating
For the hustlers, making moves they keep stacking
Sexy mama, no drama count the commas
I check when hustlers making their moves
No bad company with nothing to lose
Paid in connections attaching the crew
That's the new wave, do what I do
And drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke
And chill on the scene
Pyro, Smoke fire out of time yo
Drive slow, keep watch for the five o
The dream team, we not recruiting at this time though
Got the full squad, jewels on when we pull up
Got the trunk and it's making some noise
THC sweating right out my pores
Throwing this money all over the floor
Pouring this liquor I'm drinking some more
The plan Stands, I'm the damn man
Got the microphone, in my damn hand
For the fellas, getting money cause they jealous
For the ladies, looking good so they hating
For the hustlers, making moves they keep stacking
Sexy mama, no drama count the commas
For the fellas, getting money cause they jealous
For the ladies, looking good so they hating
For the hustlers, making moves they keep stacking
Sexy mama, no drama count the commas
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Writer: Matthew Woodworth
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