Love All (feat. JAY-Z) - Drake

Swear to God I just touched down All around the world (same song) Killa Cali nigga (same song) A-T-L (same song) Real-adelphia. dude it's all around the world London, England, South of France And all points between they know about your man Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin a steak And handlin the modern stand about five-eight Five-nine fine wine fine dine either that Or I'm mixin in Switzerland, tryin to buy time Ballin out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali Brunchin at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy When it's back home nigga back to the zone Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me All around the world. (same song) Brooklyn bombers (same song) Detroit players (same song) Chi-Town. all around the world Said it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-A Party at bungalow eight, when I stay Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante "Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Ea-sy Garant, I hope, she ain't too young Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her I'm just tryin to show her how a baller and a roller Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine Runnin then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas Reminisce about the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet Sade Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed Slackin on they mackin, rest haven for hoes Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know Shit it ain't about your city or borough It's bout if you really as thorough And if you are, holla at your boy I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you Real recognize real and you lookin familiar I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin at Chef's One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet? Then we party like the sun don't set We gon' take you all around the world. it's the same song (same song) Everywhere (same song) It's the same song (same song) We gon' take you all around the world. same song (same song) Same song (same song) Same song (same song) All around the world.

W-W-W-We be all night! Woo! You will never need another lover Woo! 'Cause you're a MILF, and I'm a motherfucker Told you give the drummer some, now the drummer cummin' I'm pa-rum-pa-pum-pumin' all on your stomach, yo Tonight I see some super freaky hoes That could go from bein' stripper to a super C.E.O I don't know the way you do it, but you do it to me though And you always told your Girlfriends you need you a TV show Now you got your own money, you don't need nobody else But far as handlin' all that ass, I think you gon' need some help Let me remind you You got a-, you got a great future behind you You gotta tell me what we tryna do I ain't no pastor, don't do missionary I know good pussy when I see it, I'm a visionary I know them haters talkin', always had us very wary Yup! On the 35th of Nevuary Yup! You love the way I'm turnt After all the money you earned Still show daddy what you learned That cowgirl You reverse that cowgirl You reverse, you reverse, and I impregnated your mouth, girl, ooh That's when I knew you could be my spouse, girl We're fuckin' all over the house, girl We just messed up a brand-new couch, girl If you ain't on site, then you on Skype, I put you on that bike, you bound, girl We too wild, won't turn down, we drunk in love, fuck them I been drinkin', I been drinkin' I get filthy when that liquor gets into me I been thinkin', I been thinkin' Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na-na Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you, na-na Cigars on ice, cigars on ice Feelin' like an animal, with these cameras all in my grill Flashin' lights, flashin' lights (flashin' light) You got me faded, faded, faded, baby, I want you, na-na Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you, na-na Drunk in love I want you We woke up in the kitchen saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby Drunk in love We be all night Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club Drunk in love We be all night Love Love We be all night Love Love We be all night And everything alright No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights Boy, I'm drinkin' Park it in my lot, 7-11 I'm rubbin' on it, rub-rubbin', if you scared, call that reverend Boy, I'm drinkin' Get my brain right, Armand de Brignac, gangster wife Louis sheets, he sweat it out like washrags, he wear it up Boy, I'm drinkin', I'm singing On the mic 'til my voice hoarse Then I fill the tub up halfway Then ride it with my surfboard Surfboard Surfboard Grainin' on that wood, grainin', grainin' on that wood I'm swervin' on that Swervin', swervin' on that big body been serving all this Swerve, surfin' all in this good-good We woke up in the kitchen saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby Drunk in love We be all night Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club Drunk in love We be all night Love Love We be all night Love (I'm nice right now) Love Hold up That D'ussé is the shit If I do say so myself If I do say so myself If I do say so myself, hold up Stumble all in that house, time to back up all of that mouth That you had all in the car Talking 'bout you're the baddest bitch thus far Talking 'bout you be reppin' that Third I wanna see all the shit that I heard Now I sling Clint Eastwood Hope you can handle this curve, uh Foreplay in a foyer Fucked up my Warhol Slide the panties right to the side, ain't got no time to take drawers off on sight Catch a charge I might Beat the box up like Mike in '97 I bite I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't play Now eat the cake, Anna Mae Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!" I'm nice For y'all to reach these heights You gon' need G3 Four, five, six flights Sleep tights We sex again in the morning Your breastses are my breakfast, we're going in We be all night Love Love We be all night Love Love I'm never tired, never tired I been sippin', that's the only thing that's keepin' me on fire We're on fire Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire I been drinkin', watermelon I want your body right here, daddy, I want you, right now Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you We be all night Love Love We be all night Love Love