Lyrics:
let any of the country club beaus get a chance.
Those cream-colored summer suits were never cut to my taste anyhow.
And those Hyde Park fraternity
the sunset
Just me and my lady and we having drunk sex yeah
By the sunset
By the sunset
I might take her out the country put her on a private jet
I think you
goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
Flashbacks waking me up
I get drunk, but it's not enough
'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
I look
clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long
offended, then I got you by Hip-Hops' collar
'Cause Bugus told me that only a hit-dog hollers
Top dollars what they pay me for the flows now-a-days
Free
It was a typical black tie country club scene
The band was playing for a Girl from Ipanema
It was like a bad dream, y'all
Had a plate with
on dubs
(Down here) we keep a chicken head up in the club
(Down here) my thugs they get nothing but love
(Down here) we off the chain like you thought we
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
an earthquake butt naked no panties
Booty club shit miami, Texas, and Atlanta
St. Louis got them country girls who speak that country grammar
She don't want to be
up In da club
Travel many countries
Tomorrow comes
We'll switch up
Give thanks to the most high
Some would say its not proactive
To live life day
Finger on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the West Side, East
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long
if you was in a dress or you in some jeans,fragrence by addidas,purse from anotha country,look at you girl you doin' yo thing,everybody leavin' wit
latest work
That i'm not selling out
I just really want to sell my merch
Buy it cheaper if you join the club
And you can get priority
To be first in line
sexy, here we go
We get high and we get low
Hey, I'm the god of love
Control this club
Make love in paradise
Da don't be shy, get nasty style
By my side
fan club, you got too busy for me
fan club you got to visit fans in every country
they drive me crazy
listen to your fans
fan club, he has a big
on the attack
Then we be poppin' up in the club
I don't give a fuck if I'm by myself, if I got a whole crew, too
And anybody's can join and anyone who wanna go
want to trip
Off the fact that the country club is in the building
Hit the ceiling with your 3 see's if ya feeling
Where I'm coming from, now who in
and shakin her thang in the club
I mean, beat bopper she loved the tote shoppers
Call her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor
A real country mamma cook bricks
the corner
bought your glock
buddy I'm still goin half full of quarters big boy
runnin naked no voice
nature raised a big thug
Yall gangsters by choice
I'm bad
got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they
generation of angry youth who get mistaken as a pain or a nuisance
Distracted by the fame and jewelry, a country where we praise the wicked and shame
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
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