Lyrics Dom Kennedy

Dom Kennedy

All Girl Crazy

Oh baby

Ooh baby

Oh baby

You're driving me crazy

Oh baby

Ooh baby

Oh baby

You're driving me-

My LA show, it had sold well

I went home, no hotels

Phone's off, voicemails

No side hoes, just my homegirl

I be fucking up, calling old girls

We at Supperclub, they popping Spades

In Lamborghinis, still coppin' J's

Still smokin' weed, still rockin' chains

I'm in my Vans, I'm in my stance

I see her look, then do a dance

She see the man, I see the van

I can't go to sleep, I leave for France

Then fly to London, like Peter Pan

You don't need a drink, girl you need a man

Girl you need a plan

And when I talk, she ate it up

That's what I thought

Out of all girls, the ones I want

Stay at home, be at Starbucks

Out of all girls, the ones I want

At least 22, so don't card us

Out of all girls, the ones I want

If I couldn't rap, on the job hunt

Out of all girls, the ones I want

All the girls, that's what I want

Oh baby

Ooh baby

Oh baby

You're driving me crazy (crazy)

The DC show, it goes well

We on the bus, no hotel

With some fine hoes, don't tell

If you see my girl, don't tell

I love New Orleans, I'm sad when I'm leaving

I fuck with Ohio, It's ladies in Cleveland

Let's go to Detroit, let's shop for some pieces

Let's make it a weekend, get a place at the Seasons

Then wake up in Dallas, I'm checking my balance

Running these laps, eating these salads

Understanding my talent, gaining my balance

Looking for homes, to make it my palace

The best is my average

And when I talk, she ate it up

That's what I thought

Out of all girls, the ones I want

If I couldn't rap, on the job hunt

Out of all girls, the ones I want

Love rap, especially God's Son

Out of all girls, the ones I want

All the girls, that's what I want

Oh baby

Ooh baby

Oh baby

You're driving me crazy (crazy)

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