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grm daily – it’s all love lyrics

[verse 1: big tobz]
ay yo, i didn’t even want it, i just spent it for bants
every time i touch harrods like i’m tempted to splash
torn between the two, i want steff, i want banks
which one should i choose? she got breast, she got back
don’t front like you ain’t interested in man
picture perfect, do like [?] with the snaps
just corner
always like your ex, getting mad
i came with the bros but i left with your gal
yeah, i’m cheeky with it
n-gg-s talk a load of jip but you see me get it
shorty really from the hood but she fleaky with it
if you see it on the news, you know my g’s did it
gucci linen
like my bad and boujie women
that fashionnova make your booty thicker
man, ’bout to light it up like that zoot you’re binning
n-gg-, this ain’t nothing new, you know i’m used to winning

[chorus: big tobz & ms banks]
just corner
and let me have little word in the corner
have you ever spent the night with a baller?
we can keep it a secret, victoria
you know it’s all love
just corner
bad gal, didn’t anybody warn ya?
missing out on the kid, that’s torture
i know you’re feeling my vibe and my aura
you know it’s all love, ay

[verse 2: ms banks]
let’s get it straight
i know you want me, no debate
but i’m sorry, baby boy, it’s too late
got pounds by the cake
and still got a lot of bread to make
me and b-m b-tches never correlate
h-lla food on the plate
on the road, used to shred bare weight
kinda funny now, everything’s great
give a f about the hate
know they ain’t talking ’bout the car
when you hear somebody say i8
boujie chick, i’m ruley
i’m a vet in this, baby, you can’t school me
been about it since kings though with coochie
bust it down, i need diamonds and jewellery
right now it’s all me
better mind how you talk when you stepping in
my n-gg-s still chefin up, brothers, no michelin
lil n-gg-, stop meddling
i got my own, i ain’t settling

[verse 3: big tobz & ms banks]
you ever been in a g5?
neither have i
but put i’ll put you on the plane to dubai
business cl-ss or first cl-ss flight
and when that jet comes through
make you twerk in the sky
twerk in the sky
typa sauce money can’t buy
boss b-tch, i ain’t even gotta lie
always look fly
real talk, i don’t even try
typa kitty make a hood n-gg- cry
you know my style
and you ain’t gotta worry ’bout a thing
how you dealing with a boxer and you ain’t got a ring?
what?
talking like he can’t make your jaw spin
it’s lights out, watch the bell go ding
[?]
i ain’t know about styling but it is what it is
you know i’m dripping in sauce, my ‘ye’s different to his
you bait on sh-t

[chorus: big tobz & ms banks]
yo, just corner
and let me have little word in the corner
have you ever spent the night with a baller?
we can keep it a secret, victoria
you know it’s all love
just corner
bad gal, didn’t anybody warn ya?
missing out on the kid, that’s torture
i know you’re feeling my vibe and my aura
you know it’s all love, ay

- grm daily lyrics

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