Lyrics:
And before the club close, The owner gon' respect mine
Spend a lot of money and that's the bottom line
Ten cars on chrome, Plus the neck shine
Baggy jeans
My hometown likes T but fuck T (fuck T, fuck T)
Bruce Grove youth club was the best, always givin' up with fuckery, yo
Me and bro went halves
soon
I'm gonna lose my mind
9 to 5, I'm fine
Just like everybody
I know I'm getting by
I need some time to myself
Hot girls in the club (uh huh)
Hot boys
LET’S HIT THE CLUB, WE ROLLING TO THE CLUB, BOYS
(We rolling to the club boys)
(Rave)
{VERSE}
[RA]
DON’T, GET IT TWISTED
I WAS NEVER, ON ANYONE’S
(Hey Girl…)
This is the Xo Icy mainstream version yo!!
(In this brand new track..)
We makin' it real now you heard?!
(In the mainstream… of Hip-hop..)
cause you boys ain't with you
Little do they know, your girl roll harder than
Some of yo niggas
Dig?
Now what the hell is you lookin' for?
Could I be your best friend? I promise, boy, you'll be mine (ooh, baby, be mine)
I said he's just a friend
Baby, it's not pretend
Either he is or he
luck
I'm that kid cats can't wait to scar up
But the show ain't over until the bottles is empty
Then girls run out the club, follow the Bently
Damn check out shawty over there in that dress
Man she look like a little hood version of Halle Berry
Man I gotta get her straight up
Saw her
the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped
Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it
cookies
Tastin like Zookies
Spliff a hottie see
Even my grinders is mixie
BackPack boy residue resting
On a leaf I ain't pull a new sheet
Baby crush it up
was the only child in a whole drug family
Start off with nose candy
I ain't never sold candy (Never)
When I say the boy is mines
I ain't talkin' Brandy
luck
I'm that kid cats can't wait to scar up
But the show ain't over until the bottles is empty
Then girls run out the club, follow the Bently
Is it too much to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a track together)
I mean it's 2014 man, c'mon really
(Well I thought we
luck
I'm that kid cats can't wait to scar up
But the show ain't over until the bottles is empty
Then girls run out the club, follow the Bently
Enter the club all the girls are looking fine
By the end of the night one of them will be mine
See her at the bar, eyes lock onto mine
Can't stop
blood
O.J. style but I won't leave the glove
Like your brethren Shyne but I won't leave the club
Brooklyn Zoo All we feed you is slugs
Like, yeah love
strong to
The east side it's Funkdoobiest, he's so fly
Ay ay ay yo by B the funkiest
From the naughtiest
You put your mouth where your money is
Coming
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
blood
O.J. style but I won't leave the glove
Like your brethren Shyne but I won't leave the club
Brooklyn Zoo All we feed you is slugs
Like, yeah love
ball you don't want no problem homie
Last problem in the club somebody start dumpin'
I'm the main attraction y'all peons
Got a dope boy knot on me, no
a homie name Jose aka tequila
Party starter 1800 man you cant beat him
Patron shots by the min Brandy think I'm cheating
But I like my drink dark and strong
living my best life
Hypnotized by my drive
Defy the advice of the rest
White lines got me red lining, amplify my senses
So it is essential for me to be
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what I'm saying, the vet,
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