Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Do It All Night, artist - Ludacris. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Do It All Night |
| I do it all night |
| I do it |
| Do it |
| All night I make’em say |
| Oh |
| Gimme some more |
| I do it all night |
| My whip is all white |
| I don’t have a couple drinks &I got a 'lil buzz so I’m feelin |
| Alright |
| But the night is just getting started |
| Haters get disregarded |
| Roll up them sweet creep creep |
| Let’s hit this street and get retarded |
| I pop a bunch of bottles |
| My bitch would be poppin' too |
| Keep talkin out your face, |
| She might be poppin you |
| She might be pop blockin' droppin down to the floor with it |
| Meanwhile all my dogs chasing paper thats right we go get it |
| So get it right |
| Kill the lights |
| I’m feelin' like I might just pop a pill tonight |
| 'Cause the feelin’s right |
| Pass me a Miller Light |
| Shen grab that girl with that Coke bottle shape |
| She’s my type |
| I take her home and do the do |
| I know the Kamasutra think what I do to you |
| Stick to you like superglue maybe even like a buble gum |
| Don’t sleep woman no matter how many times I come |
| I do it all night |
| I do it |
| Do it |
| All night I make’em say |
| Oh |
| Gimme some more |
| I do it all night |
| I do it |
| Do it |
| All night I make’em cash |
| Oh |
| Gimme some more |
| I do it all night |
| And I ride’em long pads |
| Maybe little crib could ask I’m gonna ask his shortie what that mouth |
| Had |
| Tell me if he’s out of sight |
| Tell me if he’s slow and long |
| Maybe ladies do give his turn get bub maybe you’re wrong |
| But I’m really gonna show you right |
| Tell me where you wanna go tonight |
| Anywhere anyplace I can see in your face you are the prototype |
| Tellin’em like I’m so so hot |
| So so feelin' like I’m so so right |
| Please tell me why the jokes on fire I can’t stop zoning &I don’t |
| Know why |
| Beep Beep |
| Get about my land |
| Ya hoes can’t do it like me |
| If ya thinkin I’m 'bout the game |
| Take a look at my U.N.I.T |
| This is why I’m black on deck but don’t get it twisted but strap on |
| Deck |
| The mad on deck the pack on deck |
| And down there they keep a rack on deck |
| And there’s no chairs there’s no we there’s no hoover &there's no me |
| There’s they would dem mass MC and there’s messin’dem caddie and |
| There’s on three |
| No matter they say I’m gettin my break |
| Gettin' my paper |
| Get my cheque |
| But anybody wanna try to ass up |
| And gettin some heat |
| How many woman can I feed up in my caddillac |
| So how I can see feelin' like I got cataract |
| Some in the middle with ice say I get drunk |
| And don’t know how to act |
| I don’t know how to act |
| He don’t know how to act |
| And I don’t know how to stop |
| And I don’t know how to quit |
| Blowin' on in the trouble zone |
| Now we need another field |
| And I mean up out my man |
| Now I mean up out my body |
| So have do this all night |
| 'Cause you’re comin' with me shorty |