Lyrics:
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
real real
I'm standing up like I rock it
I'm ready to blow and I ain't got to cock it
I got you wetter than ever
I'mma do it to ya begging me to stop
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Thought you was coming over
Wake up
Late night calls
Feelin' slightly faded
Free alcohol at the club
That shit's
Chevy, what he on? Coke
Streets talk and they call it word-to-mouth
Whole hood know what you murdered by
Strip club poppin' but it ain't safe
Niggas tell
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
everybody at the club
All Know me by my first name and there's always something in my cup (hey what's up)
That means I'm never thirsting pockets damn near
to the lac
In the club with the bucket in the back
Glass high clink clink, dap
CHORUS
So lift your glasses high
Up to the sky
Another round for me and my
on me Cizy go pay
Big blessings dey come my way
Blessing bam bam bigger than bombay
Get laid like Omah lay
Big bundas Dey come my way
Me want stack up
Always been down with the capital J
I got a homeboy by the name of Dr. Bombay
My favorite color is grey! Uhh
I can't forget I like reggae
I'm Biz
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
serving bottles in the club out in Atlanta
Tell me why you love me baby never got no answer
Tell me why you love me baby never got no answer
She said I'm
reconnect with me
We could mess around and find out go the blind route ditch a recipe
Goin out to hit the club with me
By my side and keeping company
Buzzin'
to be proclaiming mighty
This life has provided me nicely
In light speed by the gods and the generals
Feds and revenues pulling the pipes
Stealing gems
Somebody tell me where the hoes at
Step up in the club
Tell me where the fuck my bros at
Somebody tell me where the fuck is Jose
Ima need to buy a pound
in New York or down in the south
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
Where niggas scared to go but
According to that Mr. Hoyle
You all gonna play this game according to me
Henry, if you break the seal on that new deck of bicycles
We'll go on from there,
pussy dripping, got her wet like a fuckin' lake
See me in the club, got a pole for the fuckin' snakes
Call Naughty if you trippin', you gon' get erased
Do
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
the chips
Because I don't like it when you shy
Then if you get busted go on out and get some
I'm gonna be here by and by
Pass them cards for me to shuffle
"Breaking news, Detroit rapper Eminem cancels
His sold-out European tour to check himself into rehab
After admitting an addiction to sleep
cheat
But mi gwaan feel out when underneath (she start check me)
Cross by da line she a sneak/asleep?
When bum buss up like bicycle when a no seat
Her
that bitch
(Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell)
When I see that bitch, I'm a kill that bitch
My old bitch gone, my new bitch with me
And she in the club
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