All Day, All Night (all night All Day (all day), All Night (all night)We Make It Do What It Do All Day (all day), All Night (all night) All Day (all day
up on the [?] When I slip slip slip like two girls into slip n' slide (There's a flood in your heart love)? Girl, let me pop up in your hot tub Every night every day
: Another day, another night got me thinkin' What is it with him, he's naturally moving slow I see him at the corner bar, am I dreamin' Surrounded by
the chest nigga I'm the best when it come to this street shit you got ya hands full fuckin with me with this beef shit I be on some all night flight,
the game Hot Gold, it's over, it's cool I'm a gangsta in the game I know the street rules And I miss all my people that's resting in peace And I miss all
H.B., (HotBoy) a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool I'll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day & night With out you on my all night
A lick for a hundred G's [B.G.] My people, Baby, bout to bring us some heavy Snow white Mama told me I'ma have to go on that all night flight Fuck breakin
to do right But I'm surrounded by wrong Avoid the all night flight And still make it on my own I'm tryin' be cool Do what I gotta do But playa haters all
Every day I sit and wonder why I lost my daddy so young Just reminence think how me and him had so much fun Teach me man to man things bout the game
it Cashmoney boy paper chaser Evil look in my eyes Close shirts you die Camofauge dark sky bi-bi-bye-bye you die I make all rules in the game I break all
home till the early morn She's probably with the g-unit geting it on I told her she's miss right so it can't be wrong And we went at it all night long
a read box If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards Cop a hundred grand you moving forwards Im trying to move more birds, and PA all day
workin papers I worked the strip all night, servin' niggers Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail I got CO's bringin' cell phones to my cell Get rich in the game
young niggas with princables to old men with debts And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex All across the globe and the bitch head game
I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next mornin, niggaz had stole my bike Different day, same shit
I'll fuck you up nigga Fuckin' punk ass nigga Don't nobody respect you nigga You Preme's son nigga Mothafucka's been gettin' extorted since day one Its all
who could have known Loading in the back of a pickup truck Riding with the boys and pushing the luck Singing songs loud on the way to the game Wishing all
but I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away. I've tried and tried but I can't save. My youngest girl has bad fever, sure. All night with
