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All Out Video (MV)




Performed By: Chance Who
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: C Watkins
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Chance Who - All Out Lyrics
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Hoe I'm Frank like Saint when I rock out
Sandman gotta sleep with the Glock now
Band man Pete Wentz with the fall out
Put a lot more than words in a broad mouth
Been slept on stepped on talked bout
Been lied on tried on walked out
Clock in guap in then I clock out
Couldn't color in the lines he in chalk now
Had to ask that bitch what ya want now
Had to ask my bitch what ya want now
Gave everything I had & was wrong how?
How ya had me & ain't want me that's yo loss now
In the mansion, the trap or the dog house
Gave me shit so they know what imma talk now
If we talking favors I'm all out
If it's f*cks to give I'm all out
Niggas lookin for my pops I'm the wrong child
Niggas know that I'm gone pop I don't talk now
I been on my Ye shit since I dropped out
Going Kirk with the Franklins don't get stomped out
Good dope big dope all I cop now
3.5 in a wood how I log out
Bought a rod with ya riches but ya ride with some bitches
So my niggas still gone put them in a box now
Let me calm down calm down calm down
Can I talk now? Can we get the bread right?
Cuz bread keep the drum in my chest tight
Bae pressed I be singing to a check like
If the head right I be there every night
No Biggie to a nigga with a Kim right
Lil heart big mouth keep ya lips tight
Big Sticcy need the ice he the lit type
My dad he died & left us guns so it's a tech in my genes
Ya mans said he wasn't pressed but I hear stress in his speech
I ask questions he defensive, is it only with me?
I know niggas get extra jumpy like Luka off a 3
Yo name Chilli now, you beans & beef & need some TLC
Picky wit the words I speak the girls I eat and world I leave
Honestly could give a f*ck about what you niggas think of me
I was raised a demon bitch I was born for the hot seat
Damn shame nigga
Just sucks for y'all cuz I just learn too fast
Fool me twice
RIP
Somebody
Who
Hoe I'm Frank like Saint when I rock out
Sandman gotta sleep with the Glock now
Band man Pete Wentz with the fall out
Put a lot more than words in a broad mouth
Been slept on stepped on talked bout
Been lied on tried on walked out
Clock in guap in then I clock out
Couldn't color in the lines he in chalk now
Had to ask that bitch what ya want now
Had to ask my bitch what ya want now
Gave everything I had & was wrong how?
How ya had me & ain't want me that's yo loss now
In the mansion, the trap or the dog house
Gave me shit so they know what imma talk now
If we talking favors I'm all out
If it's f*cks to give I'm all out
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English

Hoe I'm Frank like Saint when I rock out
Sandman gotta sleep with the Glock now
Band man Pete Wentz with the fall out
Put a lot more than words in a broad mouth
Been slept on stepped on talked bout
Been lied on tried on walked out
Clock in guap in then I clock out
Couldn't color in the lines he in chalk now
Had to ask that bitch what ya want now
Had to ask my bitch what ya want now
Gave everything I had & was wrong how?
How ya had me & ain't want me that's yo loss now
In the mansion, the trap or the dog house
Gave me shit so they know what imma talk now
If we talking favors I'm all out
If it's f*cks to give I'm all out
Niggas lookin for my pops I'm the wrong child
Niggas know that I'm gone pop I don't talk now
I been on my Ye shit since I dropped out
Going Kirk with the Franklins don't get stomped out
Good dope big dope all I cop now
3.5 in a wood how I log out
Bought a rod with ya riches but ya ride with some bitches
So my niggas still gone put them in a box now
Let me calm down calm down calm down
Can I talk now? Can we get the bread right?
Cuz bread keep the drum in my chest tight
Bae pressed I be singing to a check like
If the head right I be there every night
No Biggie to a nigga with a Kim right
Lil heart big mouth keep ya lips tight
Big Sticcy need the ice he the lit type
My dad he died & left us guns so it's a tech in my genes
Ya mans said he wasn't pressed but I hear stress in his speech
I ask questions he defensive, is it only with me?
I know niggas get extra jumpy like Luka off a 3
Yo name Chilli now, you beans & beef & need some TLC
Picky wit the words I speak the girls I eat and world I leave
Honestly could give a f*ck about what you niggas think of me
I was raised a demon bitch I was born for the hot seat
Damn shame nigga
Just sucks for y'all cuz I just learn too fast
Fool me twice
RIP
Somebody
Who
Hoe I'm Frank like Saint when I rock out
Sandman gotta sleep with the Glock now
Band man Pete Wentz with the fall out
Put a lot more than words in a broad mouth
Been slept on stepped on talked bout
Been lied on tried on walked out
Clock in guap in then I clock out
Couldn't color in the lines he in chalk now
Had to ask that bitch what ya want now
Had to ask my bitch what ya want now
Gave everything I had & was wrong how?
How ya had me & ain't want me that's yo loss now
In the mansion, the trap or the dog house
Gave me shit so they know what imma talk now
If we talking favors I'm all out
If it's f*cks to give I'm all out
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Writer: C Watkins
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