Lyrics:
even tryna lose her (uh-huh)
I'm addicted to my girl
And the way that she twirls in that little skirt (uh-huh)
Just for me in the club, in the crib,
like a peacock
I saw her dancing in the club with her new outfit
Her hair and her nails did show me love
Ya man say he got good green show me some bud
will do these things, I won't stop bitch
I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you
grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up
Hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get your dick
young Nick
Your panties all in a bunch, well you can suck my dick
All these chicks is ridiculous, conversations is frivolous
Man, fuck all these
[T-Pain]
Yeah, Yeah
[Intro: T.I.]
Hey, it's for all my cats man
Have you ever been in a club and have a chick run up on you,
And kinda tell
on, step on, step on step on by
(what you need to do is step on by)
Step on, step on, step on step on by
Step on by
Camouflage in the back of the club
all for yah)[00:12.93]Brandon Wolf Up In This Thang[00:17.66]Brandon Wolf Up In This Thang, C'mon[00:24.52]Walk in the club It's 'bout eleven
THE CLUB AND HE DENIED HIS FRIENDS WHY?
CAUSE WE’RE NOT LIKE THEM BUZZING
WRONG OR RIGHT BRUH I STAND BY MY COUSIN
I ALREADY HATE ALL THE MUSIC THAT THEY
This beat by Hoffa?
This beat by Hoffa?
Bust it up, Bust it up
Bust it up until the morning come
Couple bitches with me, And you know they down
always dismissed quick
"Stick to singing, stop rappin'", like it's Christmas
And if you're talkin' money, then my conversation shiftin'
My dreams are
because I didn't want a kid
I found her sister, she was mad because I slid
Pick her up inside the foreign, watch me drift
Made our way inside the club, it
When they still don't know a thing about me
Got me feeling aggravated
Judging me in every conversation
Judging me by whatchu conjugated
From a false
the club, I just need a brand new distraction
Liquor hittin like Ike, I'm smacked but
I don't wanna ramble anymore, let's get active, yeah
Cuz I don't wanna
don't Drink but I brought rounds in the club
I'm infatuated by that ass I'm in Love
She wanna see boss niggas do boss things
I wanna see all those moves
mothafuckin' endo to smoke
Ask TeeCee the loc, you don't know by now?
I'm that ganged up nigga with that midtown sound
Hit the club in my Dickies on some
a table sitting side by side
We can listen to the conversations
Like flies on the wall
ain't even tryna lose her (uh-huh)
I'm addicted to my girl
And the way that she twirls in that little skirt (uh-huh)
Just for me in the club, in
My AK told me to shove him up some niggas ass
I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer
He's one of my best friends, bitch ass nigga eater
Aight man, big money conversation poppin' off right here
Large numbers and plenty zeros (hmm-mm)
Hides yo' hoes and protect yo' egos (yeah)
What
Aight man, deep money conversation poppin' off right here
Large numbers and plenty zeros
Hide your hoes and protect your egos
What you see before you
as they're getting ready for Blessings
Thinking life will be easy by selling their souls on credit
All you niggas a beefing what's with the passive aggression
the darkness of this subtle club
Looking like we cut a rug in slow motion
Cling tight to nice devotion
Caught in her eyes
Straight taken by surprise
Analyze but
school soon
Blurp decides to think about the stuff he learnt last term
The science class where students made a Moshi-sea sponge firm
By mixing in some
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