Lyrics:
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
But if I did, baby, it would look like this
I said eat, sleep, love you, repeat
Or a little drinkin' in the mix and I'll be like sweet
If it's alright
the OT
Link up with my crew gotta love dem OG's
Family first wataguan
Imma do this like a rookie
Introduce me to de music
I love cruising
When I'm moving
Two players on a hoodrat chase
You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face
First thang we do is hit the club
I'm seein' hella
(Ultimate, ultimate) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate)
Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love
Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got
MC's
B.Dub like fist to gloves
I fit snubs and Swizz da mix its like drugs
So, watch the clubs get hi-yi-yi
Feel like Cali when I dro by why
Bodies
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
"It's a work trip in Dominican"
She knows I'm sinning again, she knows
Good God, damn, I can't get shit by you
I can't be sleepin' on you
I wanna put some
This a Nitty beat (boing)
Here we go again
Ghetto ville, USA (Uh oh)
You know I got by the name Nitty, right? (Uh huh)
I gotta introduce you
This a Nitty beat (boing)
Here we go again
Ghetto ville, USA (Uh oh)
You know I got by the name Nitty, right? (Uh huh)
I gotta introduce you
This a Nitti beat
Here we go again
Bad Boy South
Ghettoville, USA
Block Entertainment
You know I go by the name Nitti, right?
I gotta introduce
But they never found the booze, so they had to let us go
If I could do it again, you know I'd do it the same
Got a room at the Beach Club Inn, it
ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll,
leave the fucking club
If ya be the baller spending money show a lady love
See you at the bar looking at another nigga dance (ooh-wee)
Hell naw boy get
Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Rove
'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow
Bang bang look
a lil' bit
That's why heavyweight is hopping on this club shit
I'm with thug, but I still believe in love, shit
I done rose from the hate, now I'm above it
I came to the club with my girl, but I left by myself, I guess it was a toxic night
Tell me that she hate me, but she love me, shit, she don't know
Don't kill me with your love
Baby don't kill me love
You make street boys now Dey Wanna laugh
Come and hold my hand let's go Into club
Where we can
too much sugar
You can miss your one true love just by overlooking
Overlooked the music and the art, my soul overtook it
Don't care bout' the closed
your neck
and hold you by your leather jacket
I will hold you
I will pay for you
I will love you
If it makes you feel better !
Sometimes I feel
Sent five to drag me out the club
Jokes on them
Now they never getting love
Turn a five into a ten
A ten into a dub
She know im in zen, cause im who
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
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