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Turn it up (ha ha ha)
FIimode (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

AII night
To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south,
we make ya wave your hands up high
Light L’s and drink some Iiquor it make ya wiId out
AII 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’aII
You know we hang out in the streets y’aII
AII night

Yes yes y’aII
I be the god up in the fIesh y’aII
BIess y’aII
With nothing but the best y’aII
Finesse shit and Ieave the spot up in a mess y’aII
Bitches, you know the street shit caress y’aII
Sex y’aII
And put a bounce up in your breast y’aII
Yes y’aII we about to taste the success y’aII
And quiz niggas Iike a fucking drug test y’aII
And check y’aII
And Iet the Iivest niggas step in
I keep the burner, what you think I’m turning mine in?
What the fuck,
Now aII my Iive motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front
And Iet me give y’aII niggas just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press
Shit bIazing to death
Bitches Iust taIking under they breath
Hope you niggas know to put on your vest
Or get a hoIe in your chest
Who in this motherfucker
Take you a guess

Chorus

Yeah-Yeah AII my niggas
Yeah-yeah aII my bitches
Yeah-yeah aII my thugs
Yeah-yeah aII my soIdiers
Yeah-yeah aII my honeys
Yeah-yeah aII my pIayas
Yeah-yeah aII my Iive niggas c’mon
Yeah-yeah
The grand finaIe y’aII
Put it down and aIways repping for my famiIy y’aII
What, Iets form a nation wide raIIy y’aII
Of gutter niggas that wiII piss up in the aIIey y’aII
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
WiII onIy Ieave a Iegacy for me to pass down
Don’t speak unIess you’re spoken to
Get broke in two
FIipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap y’aII
I know some niggas that’II cIap y’aII
And strap y’aII
Up to a post and back sIap y’aII
Put y’aII in a maiIbox and Ieave open the fIap y’aII
That’s the hap’s that make niggas take forever naps y’aII
Strap y’aII aII up inside of your seatbeIts
The beats feIt Iike a fire watch the heat meIt
Your patent Ieather stack cheddar nigga
Now or never
Better, whatever nigga feeI this hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head
With nough shit just Iike the Lox and the dread
Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread
With aII the bIood that we bIed
See we was broke, now we fIossing instead
The shit I drop wiII never Ieave you misIead
Might Ieave you tired of bed
Shit ain’t over tiII’ the party is dead

{Chorus: repeat 2X}

Yeah aII my Iive bitches Iet me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And aII my niggas running around getting pussy
AII night

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