This Is The Remix Lyrics - All Day - Girl Talk

This is the remix 

C'mon now 

Yeah I like that 

Can you feel it? 

Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read 

pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave 

first time fish tailing in the 6 speed 

real bad boy tell em come and get me 

Im at the fight, been kinda like Bellmen 

only took the trip to the truck twice 

unpacked the Mac 11 and air max's 

stuff six figures in my damn air mattress 

uh, I'm in love with large bills 

a dime with a fat ass, thin waist and tall heels 

yeah, it's the teflon Don, 

hundred carrots in the charm tryna give it back to Sean. 

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Hello, 

Ayo Tim man this the jump off right here man ! (Jump Off!) 

Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa!(Whoa!) Whoa! (Its Queen Bee jigga) 

Its the jump off (Come on ) 

I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off 

goons in the club in case somethin' jumps off 

and back before the hive let the pumps off 

in the graveyard is where you get dumped off 

all we wanna do is party (Woo!) 

and buy everybody at the bar bacardi (Woo!) 

black barbie dressed in blvgari 

im tryin to leave in somebody's ferrari 

spread love that's what a real mob do 

keep it gangsta look out for her people (for her people) 

im the wicked chick of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!) 

or out come the beast 

we the best still there's room for improvement 

our presence is felt like a black anther movement 

seven quarter to eights back to back with em (back to back) 

and I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum 

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This is for my peeps with the bentleys and the hummers and the benz 

escalades wit the twenty-three inch rims (Oh!) 

jumpin' out the jaguar with the tims(what) keep your bread up 

and live good east coast west coast worldwide 

all ma playas in the hood stay fly 

and if you ballin' let me hear you say right (right) 

Wait! Stop the party! I don't wanna hurt nobody! 

Hey hey hey 

Woo! 

Uh 

Hey 

Uh 

Hey Aww yeah 

baby baby baby 

Mmm Drop! 

Uh hey hey hey 

Hey hey hey 

I know you feel where I'm coming from 

Regardless of the things in my past that I've done 

Most of really was for the hell of the fun 

On the carousel so around I spun (spun) 

With no directions just tryna get some (some) 

Trina chase skirts, living in the summer sun (sun) 

This is how I lost more than I had ever won 

And honestly I ended up with none 

C'mon yo tear the roof off 

Yo tear the roof off 

Back off don't make me shoot ya'll 

You don't want to fuck with us, ya don't (Ha) 

You don't want to fuck with us, ya don't 

Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, ya don't 

Do ya wanna die? 

Don't get stuck now, roll wit it 

Do ya wanna die? 

Don't get stuck now, roll wit it 

Do ya wanna die? 

Don't get stuck now, roll wit it 

Do ya wanna die? 

Don't get stuck now, roll wit it 

Do ya wanna die? 

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon 

Do ya wanna die? 

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon 

Do ya wanna die? 

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon 

Do ya wanna die? 

Well, I promise you 

I will treat you well 

My sweet angel 

So help me, Jesus 

No wright now I need all the ladies that know they look good tonight 

Let me see you get low you scared, you scared 

Drop dat ass to the floor you scared, you scared 

Let me see you get low you scared, you scared 

Drop dat ass to the floor you scared, you scared 

Drop dat ass HEY shake it fast HEY 

Pop dat ass to the left and the right HEY 

Drop dat ass HEY shake it fast HEY 

Pop dat ass to the left and the right HEY 

Now back, back, back it up 

A back, back, back it up 

A back, back, back it up 

A back, back, back it up 

Now stop (O) then wiggle wit ya 

Now stop (O) then wiggle wit ya 

Now stop (O) then wiggle wit ya 

Now stop (O) then wiggle wit ya 

Rollin, gold two seater 

Stash in the dash 

Hole through heaters 

Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters 

Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs 

Ballin, Brooklyn dawn 

Addicted to Crys hooked on Don 

15 G's hookers on 

Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs 

Hustlin, guys that send Po's 

Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos 

Blame me, trials aquit those 

Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close 

Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt 

Listen to the two way alert 

It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat) 

Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt 

Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo! Go ahead baby) 

Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo! Go ahead baby) 

Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo! Go ahead baby) 

Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo! Go ahead baby) 

Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo! Go ahead baby) 

Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo! Go ahead baby) 

Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo! Go ahead baby) 

Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo! Go ahead baby) 

Break it down. 

Let's go 

Let's go 

1, 2, 3, 4 Hit it!