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Lil Durk – All Love Lyrics
[Intro] TouchofTrent be wildin’ with it [Verse 1] They tell me it’s all love, but I love allI’m CashApp’in’ a couple hundred whenever my brother call
Sometimes I like to scan the ledge, feel like I’m above ’em all
It was a joke when he copped out, now he wanna jump the wall
Them niggas always with some goofies gettin’ jumped at malls
I was tired of fuckin’ those with one condom, I made the condom fall
From stylin’ Denim jacket, that shit turned to Gucci scarves
I fucked the whole world no matter who involved [Chorus: Booka600] It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love [Verse 2] Man, It’s all love
You can’t learn without my brother ’cause it’s all us
I’ma perk my brother Doodie off a small bust
But I’m a baller, but I pass the ball like, “Yeah, hut”
Gotta watch them cheesy, sneaky bitches, they be stealin’ nut
I talk down on the trenches, hoes know now that I’ll still fuck
But the money get me insane
And I ain’t know where the homie was
I was fucked up in the trenches, I ain’t even know what a Rollie was
I used to look up to this nigga, but he gave his homie up
‘Cause his daughter twelve years old, he gotta go do twenty-one
And I don’t fuck with no fuck niggas, so these niggas owe me nothin’
Grown niggas act like kids, actin’ like they Benjamin Button
Put my own fee down for my lawyer, that shit was twenty-one-hundred
Had to detail with my dawg and he still wasn’t comin’
With his gun, without his gun, I say he still not runnin’
And he tote his gun like 50 but he still one hunnid [Chorus: Booka600] It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love [Verse 3] It’s all love, I thought it was real
He took a Percocet, wasn’t all tryna pop a pill
Tryna prove a point to pop off first, he ain’t your dawg, for real
I gotta acknowledge that Lamb’ truck ’cause I had a Bonneville
I don’t get mad when the guys tell me no ’cause I know my mama will
Different niggas, they rockin’ Polo, I’m rockin’ Tommy Hill’
Trenches niggas, they’ll drop it all when it’s time to kill
First time was a throw off on my bag when I signed the deal
They say it’s favoritism, nah, these the ones I love the most
I bought her two, three diamond chokers ’cause she love to choke
1942, the small bill, she love the boat
Dirkio, smurkio, yeah, she love the GOAT
Yeah, I love them G locks
Got away from mama, phony niggas I had to detox
They don’t even shoot at niggas no more, they love to beatbox
Walked up out your life with a pair of socks
That’s two hunnid, that’s them G socks [Chorus: Booka600] It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love (You won’t listen)
It’s all love
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