All Night Lyrics

Find Your Song Lyrics Easliy With LyricsFacts.Com

All Night Lyrics

Artist Busta Rhymes

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 am 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

eXTReMe Tracker