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All Day Video (MV)




Performed By: Fusia Phantom
Length: 1:49
Written by: CARL MCCUNN, KATIE CANDIDA THOMPSON




Fusia Phantom - All Day Lyrics
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Wake up and I think of getting bread all day
On the real I'd just rather get some head all day
High as f*ck, slumped off the meds all day
Need a bad bitch just doing what the hell I say
Saving up the bread it's getting stale all day
Niggas say they getting paper, yeah mail all day
Say that he ain't snitching but we know that that's cap
Threatin niggas with a sentence he gone tell all day
Busting off the meter
Homies pouring up the liter
Want the war then come and meet us
Bitch I'm good with all the tweeting
Sip Corona like a Rican
Blowing 'dro like I'm Khalifa
Its the boy yeah The Noise
Busting out the speakers
On the green like im the Caesar
Getting bread no not the pita
Backseat with a eater
She know how imma treat her
Lil mama she a tweaker
Actin like a diva
Said she know that Imma creeper
I don't know why she don't leave then
I might pull up wit a Tina or a Trina
Or a Lena or a Keisha or Katrina
Or Selena or Ameenah
And then pull off wit Anita
Ora Rita
Or a Nina or a Lisa or a Mia
I might pull off with a Mina
Boy I'm cold like Imma freezer
Homies tote a lot of heaters
Know I ball like Imma leaguer
Bitch you all up on the bleachers
Don't t you run up on me reaching
You don't know how Imma greet ya
Bro 'nem pull the sweeper
Yea they gonna rest in peace ya
Said what
She cant smoke my dope 'less she coming in here and saying f*ck my throat
Yeah Yeah (What)
Bitches be cut, like throat
When I see them bitches tweaking I just cut my rope
Yeah, claim she not like most on the real
But I know she get f*cked like most
Told the bitch, my dick fi fum fi fo
Once you get inside the room go and touch thy toes
Wake up and I think of getting bread all day
On the real I'd just rather get some head all day
High as f*ck, slumped off the meds all day
Need a bad bitch just doing what the hell I say
Saving up the bread it's getting stale all day
Niggas say they getting paper, yeah mail all day
Say that he ain't snitching but we know that that's cap
Threatin niggas with a sentence he gone tell all day
Wake up and I think of getting bread all day
On the real I'd just rather get some head all day
High as f*ck, slumped off the meds all day
Need a bad bitch just doing what the hell I say
Saving up the bread it's getting stale all day
Niggas say they getting paper, yeah mail all day
Say that he ain't snitching but we know that that's cap
Threatin niggas with a sentence he gone tell all day
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Wake up and I think of getting bread all day
On the real I'd just rather get some head all day
High as f*ck, slumped off the meds all day
Need a bad bitch just doing what the hell I say
Saving up the bread it's getting stale all day
Niggas say they getting paper, yeah mail all day
Say that he ain't snitching but we know that that's cap
Threatin niggas with a sentence he gone tell all day
Busting off the meter
Homies pouring up the liter
Want the war then come and meet us
Bitch I'm good with all the tweeting
Sip Corona like a Rican
Blowing 'dro like I'm Khalifa
Its the boy yeah The Noise
Busting out the speakers
On the green like im the Caesar
Getting bread no not the pita
Backseat with a eater
She know how imma treat her
Lil mama she a tweaker
Actin like a diva
Said she know that Imma creeper
I don't know why she don't leave then
I might pull up wit a Tina or a Trina
Or a Lena or a Keisha or Katrina
Or Selena or Ameenah
And then pull off wit Anita
Ora Rita
Or a Nina or a Lisa or a Mia
I might pull off with a Mina
Boy I'm cold like Imma freezer
Homies tote a lot of heaters
Know I ball like Imma leaguer
Bitch you all up on the bleachers
Don't t you run up on me reaching
You don't know how Imma greet ya
Bro 'nem pull the sweeper
Yea they gonna rest in peace ya
Said what
She cant smoke my dope 'less she coming in here and saying f*ck my throat
Yeah Yeah (What)
Bitches be cut, like throat
When I see them bitches tweaking I just cut my rope
Yeah, claim she not like most on the real
But I know she get f*cked like most
Told the bitch, my dick fi fum fi fo
Once you get inside the room go and touch thy toes
Wake up and I think of getting bread all day
On the real I'd just rather get some head all day
High as f*ck, slumped off the meds all day
Need a bad bitch just doing what the hell I say
Saving up the bread it's getting stale all day
Niggas say they getting paper, yeah mail all day
Say that he ain't snitching but we know that that's cap
Threatin niggas with a sentence he gone tell all day
Wake up and I think of getting bread all day
On the real I'd just rather get some head all day
High as f*ck, slumped off the meds all day
Need a bad bitch just doing what the hell I say
Saving up the bread it's getting stale all day
Niggas say they getting paper, yeah mail all day
Say that he ain't snitching but we know that that's cap
Threatin niggas with a sentence he gone tell all day
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Writer: CARL MCCUNN, KATIE CANDIDA THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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