Lyrics:
said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?"
I said "Whoa, hold on now, baby"
"I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment"
A-T
A-T
This some real Pluto shit, nigga
Out the muhfuckin' mud, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
Out the dirt, nigga, out the soil of this shit
important must be (Are important)
The hoes that you got probably better than me (Prolly better)
But you'd regret the day that you left girl trust me
Trail mix
playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck
Yo, it's the P are O S P E see T, I'm a thug you can't PH.D. me
Catch me in the back of the club switchin' it
Want to save some money, but girl you know I’m hungry
So there’s only one place that I really ever wanna go
So we step inside, I fill my red basket
ain't the only
Nigga catching signs
You gotta understand I'm in a different mind
I'm Vince Carter x2, I'm in a different prime
I got my fork and my
Knife
the stoosh ones freeing it up
Bro brought the glee in the club
Only difference is it weren't me in the club
Said that she sick of the bando smell
When I link
Zar
Loyalty before love
(Aria made this)
The trenches run through my veins
Look at my face you know I ain’t fake
You only got shot cuz you were in
me put you through a couple hypothetical's
Sure
In a club and a couple niggas threaten you
Uh, I wouldn't do shit
And I don't even get what that got
I only wanna live in peace
Tie my shoes and dream
This is my version of what you call acoustic
Me and ma men rolling to de music
50 kinds of language
only trust the clique
Only thing I trust that done switched is my fucking blick
You flew her to Miami but that little hoe said she celibate
But I flew
Only time I end up in the bac to get a backend
Thought you was my dawg but you went and beat my bac in aye
It don't take but one risk but you can
nigga, only piss the Wockhardt
We can't stop at red lights
Aye, aye
We can't stop at red lights
Aye, aye
I was trappin' by the red light
Aye, aye
Trappin'
the money came
We was all on it like a like a Money Train
The strippers and the club was normal thing
I knew em by they real name and they stripper name
could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
Na mean?
Some bitch is on the other line,
high
When I saw you, and I stood by
Just lookin at your onion girl I could cry, and I could lie
I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my
you'll get slapped by a fistful
I'm blissful I'm easy
Believe me
Ain't no one above me
Trust me
God is the only one above me
Only one above me
Ouu
[Chorus]
If I go on my way without you
Woah where would I go
If I go on my way without you
Woah where would I go
I'm having flashbacks
Let me
And it's stinking up the whole house ay
I been mix matchin' designers ay
I get a hundred dollar line up ay
I bought the plasma for the weekend ay
You
this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from a brand? Man, you hella won't
Man, you hella won't
Only want the Coca Cola
That's the Coco
Only Coco for me
You can put a little lime
In the Coco
Mix it with SoCo
If you wanna
Just the Coco for me
When I
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
brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to find a spot where we could hunt for sex
Found a little club called the N-see-O
Military, competition. You know.
I ain't really
a club or papers by the pile
just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
so to the flam lovers
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