Turn it up (ha ha ha) Flimode (ha ha ha) Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) [Chorus:] All night To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south, We make ya wave your hands up high Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out All night To my niggas and my bitches get money If ya running with me Wave your hands up high A yo I can't see y'all You know we hang out in the streets y'all All night Yes yes y'all I be the god up in the flesh y'all Bless y'all With nothing but the best y'all Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all Sex y'all And put a bounce up in your breast y'all Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'all And check y'all And let the livest niggas step in I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in? What the fuck, Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front And let me give y'all niggas just what you want More fire for ya fresh off the press Shit blazing to death Bitches lust talking under they breath Hope you niggas know to put on your vest Or get a hole in your chest Who in this motherfucker Take you a guess [Chorus] Yeah-Yeah All my niggas Yeah-yeah all my bitches Yeah-yeah all my thugs Yeah-yeah all my soldiers Yeah-yeah all my honeys Yeah-yeah all my playas Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon Yeah-yeah The grand finale y'all Put it down and always repping for my family y'all What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y'all Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigga So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down The way I mash down Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down Don't speak unless you're spoken to Get broke in two Flipmode we be the chosen few Yeah nigga entrap y'all I know some niggas that'll clap y'all And strap y'all Up to a post and back slap y'all Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all That's the hap's that make niggas take forever naps y'all Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga Now or never Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head With nough shit just like the Lox and the dread Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread With all the blood that we bled See we was broke, now we flossing instead The shit I drop will never leave you mislead Might leave you tired of bed Shit ain't over till' the party is dead [Chorus: repeat 2X] Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just Wave your hands up high And all my niggas running around getting pussy All night
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