All Me Karaoke - Drake & 2 Chainz & Big Sean

This title is a cover version of All Me as made famous by Drake

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 61 BPM

In the same key as the original: Fm

Duration: 04:32 - Sample at: 01:43

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2013
Genres: Rap & Hip Hop, In English
Songwriters: Albert Lucien Willemetz, Jacques Charles
Composer: Maurice Yvain
Original songwriter: Ice T, Alphonso Henderson, Jason Harrow, Big Sean, Dwane Weir, Tity Boi, George Clinton, Anthony George Palman, Drake

All files available for download are backing tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics All Me

Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much
I really made, I forgot
It's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga don't watch that 'cos I
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for real
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for real
Money on my mind you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring
Dogging these hoes
I need quarantine
In the same league but we don't ball the same
She want all the fame
I hear that shit all the time
She said she love me
I said "Baby girl, fall in line"
Okay, made a million off a dinner fork
Watch me switch it up
Walked in
Ill nigga alert
Ill nigga alert
You need that work
I got that work
Got bitches in my condo
Just bought a shirt that cost a
Mercedes-Benz car note
From the A to Toronto
We let the metal go off
And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off
This that sauce
This that dressing
Givenchy
Nigga God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime I'd be arrested
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much
I really made, I forgot
It's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga don't watch that 'cos I
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for real
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for real
I touched down in eighty six knew I was the man by the age of six
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit
Nigga hated it
Damon Wayans, homie
Don't play that shit
I get paid a lot
You get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
God damn
Ain't no wishing over on this side
Y'all don't fuck with us then we don't fuck with y'all
It's no different over on this side
God damn
Should I listen to everybody or myself?
'Cos myself just told myself
You're the motherfucking man
You don't need no help
Cashing checks and
I'm bigging up my chest
Y'all keep talking 'bout who next but I'm about as big as it gets
I swear y'all just wasting y'all breath
I'm the light skinned
Keith Sweat
I'mma make it last forever
It's not your turn 'cos I ain't done yet
Look, just understand that
I'm on a roll like Cottonelle
I was made for all of this shit
And I'm on the road box office sales
I'm getting paid for all of this shit
Ask you to please excuse my table manners I was making room for the table dancers
'Cos if we judging off your advances
Then I just got paid like eight advances
God damn
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much
I really made, I forgot
It's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga don't watch that 'cos I
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for real
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
Ho, shut the fuck up
I got way too much on my mental
I learn from what I've been through
I'm finna do what I didn't do
And still waking up
Like the rent's due
Not complicated, it's simple
I got sexy ladies a whole Benz-full
And to them hoes
I'm everything
Everything but gentle
But I still take my time
Man, I guess I'm just old fashioned
Wearing retro shit that's old fashion
Nigga see what I'm saying no closed caption
I paint pics see the shit
Good sex, need to hit
Keep a broad on the floor
Year 'round like season tickets
I plead the fifth, drink a fifth load the nine
Leave you split, in the half smoke a half, need a zip
My new girl is on Glee and shit
Probably making more money
Than me and shit
I swear to God I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I got 99 problems getting rich ain't one
Like I got trust issues
I'm sorry for the people
I've pushed out
I'm the type to have a bullet-proof condom
And still gotta pull out
But that's just me and I ain't perfect
I ain't a saint but I am worth it
If it's one thing
I am worth it
Niggas still hating but it ain't working
Lil' bitch

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