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