Lyrics All Day - Headie One
M1OnTheBeat
M1OnTheBeat
Been
sat
in
the
T-house
all
day
If
nuttin′
I'm
in
the
ends
tryna
catch
me
a
headshot,
and
I
call
that
a
North
Face
I′ve
been
going
on
tour,
way
before
I
woulda
sold
that
old
dates
I
was
in
my
cell,
no
calendar,
I've
been
tryna
keep
track
of
my
court
dates
Now
this
bad
B
come
to
the
Nizz,
give
brains,
no
foreplay,
all
day,
all
day
I
was
in
a
Trizz
tryna
find
out
how
to
whip
up
cocaine,
all
day,
all
day
I
spent
a
rack
on
my
steppers,
I
might
go
and
spend
the
same
on
shawty
When
we
uptown
eating
lobster,
we
have
come
a
long
way
from
Ko-Lee
Free
Vel,
free
Vel,
that's
my
co-de,
co-de,
co-de
Still
screaming
free
Daz
as
well,
he
came
out
on
fuckrey,
so
they
gave
him
more
days
But
he′s
soon
home,
no
stress
Both
OT
and
rap,
I
don′t
really
know
nuttin'
else
VVS
on
me,
know
my
neck
frozen,
it
come
in
like
it
covered
in
sorbet
All
these
bad
b′s
loves
diamonds,
make
her
turn
naughty,
naughty,
naughty
And
all
the
mandem
love
Headies
when
I
let
it
off
broad
day,
broad
day,
broad
day
Still
spend
this
prof'
on
a
.40
I
hit
the
trap
a
little
less
like
Sony
I
can
get
you
O′s
for
the
low,
and
I
don't
mean
the
city
in
Norway
I
really
took
bus
to
school
now
I
can
get
a
buss
down
Rollie
And
I
don′t
need
public
transport
just
to
go
buss
down
Sloan
Street
This
quarter
chicken
ain't
a
munch
from
Morley's,
take
that
chicken
to
the
gym,
no
protein
Now
all
I
do
is
count
this
money,
that′s
all
day,
all
day
Been
sat
in
the
T-house
all
day
If
nuttin′
I'm
in
the
ends
tryna
catch
me
a
headshot,
and
I
call
that
a
North
Face
I′ve
been
going
on
tour,
way
before
I
woulda
sold
that
old
dates
I
was
in
my
cell,
no
calendar,
I've
been
tryna
keep
track
of
my
court
dates
Now
this
bad
B
come
to
the
Nizz,
give
brains,
no
foreplay,
all
day,
all
day
I
was
in
a
Trizz
tryna
find
out
how
to
whip
up
cocaine,
all
day,
all
day
I
spent
a
rack
on
my
steppers,
I
might
go
and
spend
the
same
on
shawty
When
we
uptown
eating
lobster,
we
have
come
a
long
way
from
Ko-Lee
Dem
man
there
for
the
out
′ere
flexin,
tryna
show
off
for
groupies
Me,
I
just
back
that
skeng
and
burn
him,
mad
that
boy,
boy
cop
Gucci
Old
school
was
fur
and
Gucci,
now
just
Dolce
all
day
Fiends
called
saying
they
love
the
rock
but
this
ain't
no
song
from
Coldplay
I′ma
get
this
money
all
day,
that's
what
the
broke
days
taught
me
Feds
tryna
nail
like
Sary,
yeah,
yeah,
I
ain't
talking
Tory
I′m
cuttin′
through
west,
Kanye,
I'ma
spend
all
of
this
money
Make
these
bad
B′s
wanna
come
Nizz,
N'Golo
Kanté
Ay
Tommy
Turner
Tommy
Turn′,
ay
Tommy
Turner
Turn,
turn,
turn,
turn,
turn,
turn
Been
sat
in
the
T-house
all
day
If
nuttin'
I′m
in
the
ends
tryna
catch
me
a
headshot,
and
I
call
that
a
North
Face
I've
been
going
on
tour,
way
before
I
woulda
sold
that
old
dates
I
was
in
my
cell,
no
calendar,
I've
been
tryna
keep
track
of
my
court
dates
Now
this
bad
B
come
to
the
Nizz,
give
brains,
no
foreplay,
all
day,
all
day
I
was
in
a
Trizz
tryna
find
out
how
to
whip
up
cocaine,
all
day,
all
day
I
spent
a
rack
on
my
steppers,
I
might
go
and
spend
the
same
on
shawty
When
we
uptown
eating
lobster,
we
have
come
a
long
way
from
Ko-Lee
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