Timbaland All Y`all Lyrics

All Y`all Lyrics


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[Timbaland]
Uh, feel
me?
To all the women across the world, we can't diss y'all
We gotta love
ya, that's real, uh

To all my ladies in lingerie, never underage, who
stay gettin paid
Who like to take trips where the sun is shade
To my
women who love to ball out
And spend all that money 'til ya fall out
I
feel like a pimp with a different pimp game
with a different pimp name, with
a little pimp fame
I'm loaded with cash, loaded with class, loaded with a lot
of things
Even got a gat loaded for that ass
I love my mind, love my soul,
love my body
I don't drink or smoke that's why I love my body
You might
catch me chillin with a little short hottie
With a little piercin on her
body
Yes, I get it poppin, 'specially overseas
Japenese girls even love
my beats
They say, "Timbaland we love you
We love the dope things that
you do"
Even in London they say, "Tim, we love ya"
They even call me
things like wicked, and the f'n governer
That's why I can't forget
y'all
That's why I had to make this roll call, uh

[Chorus -
Tweet]
This here's for one and all
It's so good to feel all a y'all,
oooh
Make that move and just ball out, oooh
Life's too short for some
time out, oooh
This here's for one and all
It's so good to feel all a
y'all, oooh
Make that move and just ball out, oooh
Life's too short for
some time out, oooh

[Sebastian]
Back when shorty cherished the thing,
yo' time was frequently saved
for us stoppin and whiskey poppin to the Marvin
and Gaye
(Sonny, don't plan tomorrow but live for today)
(Sonny, here's a
quarter for that groovy arcade)
From Cool J to Kane dawg, we changin the
game
So graphic with thangs, Pac-Man ain't lookin the same
Haters, get
more familiar who you robbin for change
Sebast', a.k.a. Tyler Durden's the
name

[Timbaland]
Guess what people, it's the first of the
month
Guess what people, I can do what I want
I can take, all my peoples
on first class flights
I can buy all my homegirls lightning new bikes
I'm
a don when it comes to just servin girls
I'm a don so that's why nobody's in
my world
'Cause Timabaland's that cool cat
Aka Thomas Crown, don't forget
that, uh

[Chorus]

[Tweet] I'm just tryna' find what I need
But
I'd rather be smokin weed
[Magoo] Live life to the fullest, drive cars, eat
hot food
Live in a mansion next to Hanson
[T] I ain't forgot that I'm
from yo' hood
I'm just tryna' be who you would
[M] Cause I hate the game,
I hate the glory
I could be with y'all, it would be another story
[T] You
don't know all the things I seen
More than fame and his naked greed
[M]
They took my cash, take my name
Put it up in bright lights, I ain't got a
damn right
[T] Think I'm chillin and livin large
Girl he's Mag not El
DeBarge
[M] But I'm a be the man in charge in due time
All my P-Town folk
gettin paid, bottom line

[Chorus]