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Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging (ha ha ha)
Another banging (ha ha ha)
Another banging (ha ha ha)
Another banging (ha ha ha)
Chorus:
All night
To my east 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 and my girls 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 s**t and leave the spot up in a mess y'all
girls, you know the street s**t 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 like a fking drug test y'all
And check y'all
And let the livest step in
I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?
What the fk,
Now all my live motherfkers boggart or bring it straight to the front
And let me give y'all just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press
s**t blazing to death
girls l*st talking under they breath
Hope you know to put on your vest
Or get a hole in your chest
Who in this motherfker
Take you a guess
Chorus
Yeah-Yeah All my
Yeah-yeah all my girls
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 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 that will pi*s up in the alley y'all
fk it, now I know you know my rep nigg*
And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigg*
So step nigg*, nigg* sit your as* 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 nigg* entrap y'all
I know some 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 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 nigg*
Now or never
Better, whatever nigg* feel this hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that s**t for the head
With nough s**t just like the Lox and the dread
Me and my we be breaking this bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossing instead
The s**t I drop will never leave you mislead
Might leave you tired of bed
s**t ain't over till' the party is dead
Chorus: repeat 2X
Yeah all my live girls let me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And all my running around getting p*ssy
All night
