Give Me Yo All - Haiti Babii

Yeah, yeah

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Yeah, yeah

Give me your all, show you how to ball

Give me your attention

Baby, come on kick it with a thug and just listen

I came from the rags to riches, I got riches

I ain’t worried about them other niggas in yo' mentions

Wicked nigga soul back, tell your ma' I get her wetter

Hit it from the back and now she tellin' me «Don't stop»

«Don't stop, don’t stop»

Stop, baby

Yo' OG feel like paralysis

Pin you on yo' mattress with sex appeal, it’s ecstatic

I’m gon' let you have it

Show me you know magic, baby

We can change the climate

Climaxin' got you elevatin', pillows on the bed

Givin' you what you needed, baby, you know you want head

See I’m lost in the memory, blind to my vision

Can’t pretend that me and you wasn’t meant to last forever

(Yeah, yeah)

Love is an action, I must show it

Although I know I’m soft-spoken, you know that I’m a poet

I gotta keep from under the sheets, but If ambition’s heavy, we…

(Yeah, yeah)

Got you excited, be my spotter, I love it when you ride it

You really wanna make me overdose, see, you in love with me

This that Westcoast shit, makin' you cum all on the sheets, baby

(Yeah, yeah)

Give me your all, show you how to ball

Give me your attention

Baby, come on kick it with a thug and just listen (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

I came from the rags to riches, I got riches (Yeah, yeah)

I ain’t worried about them other niggas in yo' mentions

Wicked nigga soul back, tell your ma' I get her wetter

Hit it from the back and now she tellin' me «Don't stop»

«Don't stop, don’t stop»

Inconspicuous, my life has be excluded

Can’t entertain the 'Gram because my eyes become polluted

My solution is pour a glass of Chardonnay

I witness my mistakes and admitted when I was wrong

Just tell me it won’t end, I notice it begin

Can we just be lovers and friends blowin' in the wind

Can I fuck you like I just met you?

Are you answering my calls?

Can I text you back «Can I see you tomorrow?»

Give me your all, show you how to ball

Give me your attention

Baby, come on kick it with a thug and just listen (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

I came from the rags to riches, I got riches (Yeah, yeah)

I ain’t worried about them other niggas in yo' mentions

Wicked nigga soul back, tell your ma' I get her wetter

Hit it from the back and now she tellin' me «Don't stop»

«Don't stop, don’t stop»