Lirik Lagu All Night - Busta Rhymes
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
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Chorus:
All nightTo my east niggas West Coast and dirty south,we make ya wave your hands up highLight L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild outAll nightTo my niggas and my bitches get moneyIf ya running with meWave your hands up highA yo I can't see y'allYou know we hang out in the streets y'allAll night
Yes yes y'allI be the god up in the flesh y'allBless y'allWith nothing but the best y'allFinesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'allBitches, you know the street shit caress y'allSex y'allAnd put a bounce up in your breast y'allYes y'all we about to taste the success y'allAnd quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'allAnd check y'allAnd let the livest niggas step inI keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?What the fuck,Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the frontAnd let me give y'all niggas just what you wantMore fire for ya fresh off the pressShit blazing to deathBitches lust talking under they breathHope you niggas know to put on your vestOr get a hole in your chestWho in this motherfuckerTake you a guess
Chorus
Yeah-Yeah All my niggasYeah-yeah all my bitchesYeah-yeah all my thugsYeah-yeah all my soldiersYeah-yeah all my honeysYeah-yeah all my playasYeah-yeah all my live niggas c'monYeah-yeahThe grand finale y'allPut it down and always repping for my family y'allWhat, lets form a nation wide rally y'allOf gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y'allFuck it, now I know you know my rep niggaAnd how it's hard to figure out my next step niggaSo step nigga, nigga sit your ass downThe way I mash downWill only leave a legacy for me to pass downDon't speak unless you're spoken toGet broke in twoFlipmode we be the chosen fewYeah nigga entrap y'allI know some niggas that'll clap y'allAnd strap y'allUp to a post and back slap y'allPut y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'allThat's the hap's that make niggas take forever naps y'allStrap y'all all up inside of your seatbeltsThe beats felt like a fire watch the heat meltYour patent leather stack cheddar niggaNow or neverBetter, whatever nigga feel this hot BerettaCause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the headWith nough shit just like the Lox and the dreadMe and my niggas we be breaking this breadWith all the blood that we bledSee we was broke, now we flossing insteadThe shit I drop will never leave you misleadMight leave you tired of bedShit ain't over till' the party is dead
Chorus: repeat 2X
Yeah all my live bitches let me see you justWave your hands up highAnd all my niggas running around getting pussyAll night
Chorus:
All nightTo my east niggas West Coast and dirty south,we make ya wave your hands up highLight L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild outAll nightTo my niggas and my bitches get moneyIf ya running with meWave your hands up highA yo I can't see y'allYou know we hang out in the streets y'allAll night
Yes yes y'allI be the god up in the flesh y'allBless y'allWith nothing but the best y'allFinesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'allBitches, you know the street shit caress y'allSex y'allAnd put a bounce up in your breast y'allYes y'all we about to taste the success y'allAnd quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'allAnd check y'allAnd let the livest niggas step inI keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?What the fuck,Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the frontAnd let me give y'all niggas just what you wantMore fire for ya fresh off the pressShit blazing to deathBitches lust talking under they breathHope you niggas know to put on your vestOr get a hole in your chestWho in this motherfuckerTake you a guess
Chorus
Yeah-Yeah All my niggasYeah-yeah all my bitchesYeah-yeah all my thugsYeah-yeah all my soldiersYeah-yeah all my honeysYeah-yeah all my playasYeah-yeah all my live niggas c'monYeah-yeahThe grand finale y'allPut it down and always repping for my family y'allWhat, lets form a nation wide rally y'allOf gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y'allFuck it, now I know you know my rep niggaAnd how it's hard to figure out my next step niggaSo step nigga, nigga sit your ass downThe way I mash downWill only leave a legacy for me to pass downDon't speak unless you're spoken toGet broke in twoFlipmode we be the chosen fewYeah nigga entrap y'allI know some niggas that'll clap y'allAnd strap y'allUp to a post and back slap y'allPut y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'allThat's the hap's that make niggas take forever naps y'allStrap y'all all up inside of your seatbeltsThe beats felt like a fire watch the heat meltYour patent leather stack cheddar niggaNow or neverBetter, whatever nigga feel this hot BerettaCause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the headWith nough shit just like the Lox and the dreadMe and my niggas we be breaking this breadWith all the blood that we bledSee we was broke, now we flossing insteadThe shit I drop will never leave you misleadMight leave you tired of bedShit ain't over till' the party is dead
Chorus: repeat 2X
Yeah all my live bitches let me see you justWave your hands up highAnd all my niggas running around getting pussyAll night
