Lyrics:
bullets
Ain't Nothing Normal bitch
Exotic Club
10 bricks on my grocery list
Ring me up 4 this Pyrex and a box of
Soda
I Got Sally Mae folded up like she
pocus)
You're ain't never gon' find another n**** this focused (Focused)
I got every block, every street corners sold up (Up)
Whatever club represent my
I met her right outside of the club,
Her conversation got the best of me when she said she gonna shut it down (shut it down)
Look, I ain't no easy
[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty
Dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country,
pocus)
You're ain't never gon' find another n**** this focused (Focused)
I got every block, every street corners sold up (Up)
Whatever club represent my
pocus)
You're ain't never gon' find another nigga this focused (Focused)
I got every block, every street corners sold up (Up)
Whatever club represent my
a pole disappear like hocus pocus
You ain't never gon' find another nigga this focused
I got every block, every street corners sold up
Whatever club
HOOK
Still fuckin w da same one,
Yea you know shawty from the same club,
She be showin me the same love,
That she was showing for I came up,
Still
One must admit that by and large
Upholders of the British Raj
Don't shine in conversation as a breed
Though Indian army officers could read a bit
One must admit that by and large
Upholders of the British Raj
Don't shine in conversation as a breed
Though Indian army officers could read a bit
many zips in a elbow? It's sixteen, ya dig?
Niggas seem to forget how much clean I done hid
Remember sneaking in the club with the thing-a-ma-jig
My
rules in the club, hoy me voy a borrar
Skip conversations, llévame hasta el final
No quiero que te emociones, hoy pa ti yo soy la bebe
A mi no me traigas
Po-Po billy club us 'cause they think that we sell dope
I told 'em that I rap, I told 'em that I spit
E'ry year we ship our cars to the Freak-a-Nik
We are not the
We are not the same
We are not the
Walk up in this bitch like Alton Mason
We don’t need to have a conversation
Hit you with the one
street corners sold up
Whatever club represent my city, throw it up
I own the game, coach last player shown up
Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up
money, (Maybach O)
Believe that, (We going to turn out the club)
Lame ass niggas in your ear all night
Ciroc got me loose, but your dress fitting tight
My
across my collar, does it purr?
All these pimps is hysterical
I think they full of scare
Passin' by 'em in the V twin
Ghost-ridin' the blur
And rejection
remember who they are
[Verse 2 - K-Rino]
Listen, in high school with the females, I was rarely selected
I got rejected by the ones the damn nerds rejected
in Philly, Penn
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by
with Boney M
You wonder what became of them
Well they must be old by now
In the Copenhagen
Copenhagen Club
Conversations stop as you walk on stage
the pace they ain't getting by
Yeah we outer space like a mile high
Too tuff
Loius everything from the boot-up
Toasting to the gang in a new club
Life a king
-Intro-
Last summer we were all in
This summer that love feel foreign
Oh yea
-Chorus-
Last summer we were all in
Broken hearts club never again
This
bouncers
But i know we gone be bouncing in the club
Told em Double my shots up feel cause I don't wanna feel it when we land
I know my Pros mixed by Conz
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