All Damn Day lyrics

[Hook 2X]
All damn day, y'all
(All damn day; all damn day)("Mac muthaf*ckin' Dre")
All damn day, y'all
(All damn day)("I'm gonna rock this muthaf*cka all night y'all")

[Verse 1]
Microphone check, let me kick to the beat
Dedicated to you b*tches, let me spit to you freaks
I'm gonna serve it to you straight a little something like this
Not one of those n*ggas that be liking to kiss
There's no telling what your tongue licks, it might be big di*ks
So you better try kissing on them other tricks
'Cause Lottie Lohawk, I like to bohawk
I know you love when I shove a thrust up in your cot
All damn day

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm MD and mackin' is my duty
So when I step to you girl and tap you on your big booty
And start spittin' some pimpin' ass serious sh*t
Don't even start trippin' on how freaky you get
It's just a gift to G-A-B, to get to your P-A-D
Bash in your ass, inside of the B-E-D
Went to 415 and not the 012
Now you fiending for more, but you wait 'til I call you
See some of these n*ggas cold want you to jock 'em
Stupid muthaf*ckas, but I can't knock 'em
I just wanna bash, hoe, and only get cash, hoe
You want Dre to stay and lay, but I have to pass, hoe
'Cause I'm mackin' all damn day
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
'Cause that lovey dovey sh*t just ain't gon' get it
When I pick you up to f*ck, I straight hit it and quit it
And you dont trip because the sexin' is good
I be wreckin' 'em good and they be back in the hood
Tellin' my cuddies how cool it was
Now another Romp player might give you a buzz
Young C-U-R-T, or maybe young Marty
Or my homeboy J might be your type of party
Whoever it is, they gon' get with you, b*tch
And dont even think they gon' sit with you, b*tch
No talkin' and walkin' 'cause that sh*t is funny style
You pay me and lay me and when I take your money I'll...
Spend that sh*t all damn day

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[Verse 4]
I'm hard but saucy, b*tch back on off me
Steady tryna toss me, hoe, smell the coffee
I gave you some, hoe, did not c*m though
Your too damn dumb, hoe; what you actin' sprung fo'?
I'm hard to get with, pimperistic
I want your lipstick on top of my di*k tip
I'm from the V-A double L E-J
O and you know, hoe, the things that we say
Are simple and plain, nothin' but game
And if you ain't up on it, Mac Dre is the name
I want a fat ass joint of that potent zesty
And a thick chocolate b*tch whose name is Nestle
From the C-R-E-S-T, 'cause that's where the best be
Suckas get jealous and they try to test me
So I carry a nine all the time
Dope raps I rhyme, this is how I grind
Making stacks of cash, down to wax that ass
A n*gga ready to blast a muthaf*cka real fast
di*kin' the hoes, never lickin' the hoes
Big black di*k is what I stick in the hoes
I shake 'em, I break 'em, but never would I take 'em
To eat hamburgers let alone some steak and
Lobster, 'cause baby I'm a mobster
You tell your friends how I robbed ya
All damn day
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