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All For You Video (MV)




Performed By: YB Redencion
Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: Roberto Cejudo




YB Redencion - All For You Lyrics
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I said a lot to you
Baby, I'm sorry, I ain't mean to just go off on you
But why you gotta do the things you do?
Why'd you have to let him touch on you?
'Cause that was mine, was all mine, and you let him have it
Why you let the sadness and the stress hit you that badly?
Girl, it's super tragic
That lil' boy got no upper hand, he just a fan
My time's too precious, I can't let him have it
No, I can't let you have it
No, I can't let you have it
Listen to my music, play my songs, please make my pockets fatter
Nah, I'm playin'
Not really, though (lol)
You can't ever say I ain't never spent it all on you
You can't ever say I ain't never tried to ball with you
Now I gotta ball without you
Now I gotta ball without you
Now I gotta be in the benz alone
Now I gotta hang with friends alone
Now I gotta make these plans alone
Now I gotta stay home alone, home alone
At least it's stress-free
At least it's cheaper
I'm eating good
Let me get the check, please!
If being real was a crime, they would arrest me
We was supposed to be locked in
But that moment came and went
Never stood on what you said
You always lied, dug a hole for yourself
Now you fell in it
Girl, now you fell in it
But you know I'm always gon' love you regardless
I'm never gon' stop loving
I can't let one girl make me go heartless
I said a lot to you
Baby, I'm sorry, I ain't mean to just go off on you
But why you gotta do the things you do?
Why'd you have to let him touch on you?
'Cause that was mine, was all mine, and you let him have it
Why you let the sadness and the stress hit you that badly?
Girl, it's super tragic
That lil' boy got no upper hand, he just a fan
My time's too precious, I can't let him have it
No, I can't let you have it
No, I can't let you have it
Listen to my music, play my songs, please make my pockets fatter
Nah, I'm playin'
Not really, though (lol)
You can't ever say I ain't never spent it all on you
You can't ever say I ain't never tried to ball with you
Now I gotta ball without you
Now I gotta ball without you
Now I gotta be in the benz alone
Now I gotta hang with friends alone
Now I gotta make these plans alone
Now I gotta stay home alone, home alone
At least it's stress-free
At least it's cheaper
I'm eating good, let me get the check, please!
No, no, at least it's stress free
Please don't call my phone
Please don't call my phone
Yeah, don't call my phone
Please don't call my phone
Please don't call my phone
Yeah, don't call my phone
I did a lot for you
Baby, I'm sorry
I ain't mean to just go off on you
Why you gotta do the things you do?
Why'd you have to let him touch on you?
Please don't beg me to stay
Go away for a minute
Go away for a minute
Just let me think for a minute
Let me think for a minute
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I said a lot to you
Baby, I'm sorry, I ain't mean to just go off on you
But why you gotta do the things you do?
Why'd you have to let him touch on you?
'Cause that was mine, was all mine, and you let him have it
Why you let the sadness and the stress hit you that badly?
Girl, it's super tragic
That lil' boy got no upper hand, he just a fan
My time's too precious, I can't let him have it
No, I can't let you have it
No, I can't let you have it
Listen to my music, play my songs, please make my pockets fatter
Nah, I'm playin'
Not really, though (lol)
You can't ever say I ain't never spent it all on you
You can't ever say I ain't never tried to ball with you
Now I gotta ball without you
Now I gotta ball without you
Now I gotta be in the benz alone
Now I gotta hang with friends alone
Now I gotta make these plans alone
Now I gotta stay home alone, home alone
At least it's stress-free
At least it's cheaper
I'm eating good
Let me get the check, please!
If being real was a crime, they would arrest me
We was supposed to be locked in
But that moment came and went
Never stood on what you said
You always lied, dug a hole for yourself
Now you fell in it
Girl, now you fell in it
But you know I'm always gon' love you regardless
I'm never gon' stop loving
I can't let one girl make me go heartless
I said a lot to you
Baby, I'm sorry, I ain't mean to just go off on you
But why you gotta do the things you do?
Why'd you have to let him touch on you?
'Cause that was mine, was all mine, and you let him have it
Why you let the sadness and the stress hit you that badly?
Girl, it's super tragic
That lil' boy got no upper hand, he just a fan
My time's too precious, I can't let him have it
No, I can't let you have it
No, I can't let you have it
Listen to my music, play my songs, please make my pockets fatter
Nah, I'm playin'
Not really, though (lol)
You can't ever say I ain't never spent it all on you
You can't ever say I ain't never tried to ball with you
Now I gotta ball without you
Now I gotta ball without you
Now I gotta be in the benz alone
Now I gotta hang with friends alone
Now I gotta make these plans alone
Now I gotta stay home alone, home alone
At least it's stress-free
At least it's cheaper
I'm eating good, let me get the check, please!
No, no, at least it's stress free
Please don't call my phone
Please don't call my phone
Yeah, don't call my phone
Please don't call my phone
Please don't call my phone
Yeah, don't call my phone
I did a lot for you
Baby, I'm sorry
I ain't mean to just go off on you
Why you gotta do the things you do?
Why'd you have to let him touch on you?
Please don't beg me to stay
Go away for a minute
Go away for a minute
Just let me think for a minute
Let me think for a minute
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Writer: Roberto Cejudo
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