Lyrics:
helpers
Country club martini crew
Extra olives just won't do
Valium makes your soul get higher
And enables fake gunfire
Queen bees lose to wasps
Dade Country yayo shit
Double MOB
I'm finna take these pussy niggas down
Beat Billionaire
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
dealing was appealing
But the block club kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the building blocks
For children with
left the beam that devours them
Enter the real rap club e sure me
That e say dem go bounce them
Most no go try come even if you invite them
So I do not
1 from Tennessee
Gyal from downtown and gyal from country
Gyal from Arima, gyal from Caroni
Anyway we go them ah mad over we
Look at how Spartan ah
don't deserve to ride while I'm driving in that Porsha (Facts)
My house is my country property line be my border (Facts)
I'm half country, half city, you
I had to cop that new Rollie that way I can never be late
Got a new bitch came from out the country I done been to 50 states
I use to sit on them
bogging, but you know I cannot leave
I'm stuck inside this barn, call it Country quarantine
I'm sipping Bud Light, reminiscing bout' my team
I'm tryna' live
The Kiwi girls are here
At The Continental Club by the old Austin Motel
There's legends Red and Rosie Willy's mates as well
Those old velvet curtains have
you since the
Vault barbecue last May!
Alright! Awh, jeez! Okay!
You can keep the carcass, I'll be on my way!
So country road, take me home
To a place
Last time I watched the news, I was sick
Repeating history on a cruise
Visibly just another sinking ship
Innocence killed by these white folks
fucked and to get from round me
I tell ‘em get money and to get out the county
Better yet nah man get out the country
Everybody run free, everybody
fella's from the Country Club
Well they been down there on that bank for quite some time
Must of been about 4 days and 3 night
Not a bite
Normally round
the building
You already gave me money
Got a line down the block
In 20 different countries
Look at the time on the clock
Yeah she know the future coming
Yeah she
A young country boy hailing out from the west, was starting to make a name for himself As a promising key forward
Taking home the flag in that year's
Can't never could see the day
So no I don't belong at the Club 21
New York City swept me under the rug
Rich man walks by and looks at me smug
talkin' money tell em leave me alone
I take a ride through my city with my hand on the chrome
And I'm the man when I do it you can tell by the tone
Uhh
I
do den go talk about o
Den too nosey den dae congosa you
Den too nosey den dae congosa you
Den too nosey for dae congosa you
Get fine baby by my side
offerin'
Cause life gon' hit you like a bitch, no matter which route you walkin' in
I was born in the slums, raised around country clubs
Now I struggle
down
Cuz I be really on my vibey shit
Flights around the country playing all these hits
I could take you to the stratosphere that don't exist
Baby take
Next day another country
I'm on top like Selena
They tryna find me
I told them boys they gotta keep up
She tryna love me but I keep leaving
Catching
to astound, yuh
Errbody in the club gettin tipsy
That's what we want, right?
Party till we're fifty
Settle down after mom and dad slept around
Commitment is
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