Lyrics:
dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club
dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club
every fucking song
I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke
And explaining where your going wrong
Well if you agree, then come hating with me
every fucking song
I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke
And explaining where your going wrong
Well if you agree, then come hating with me
Thursday night I be drinking the with homies
Pull up to the club you know all the bitches love me
At the pregame we got the henny and the sprite
My
the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, uh
No love for the haters, the haters
Mad 'cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I
She might move on to rappers and ballplayers
But we all know I hit it first
I hop in the club and boppers show love, and I don't even put in work
south nigga so I love the strip club
It's something bout the way them bitches shake that ass to them drums
Kicked the cup I said fuck it put that lean
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
yea)
La da dee la do da (yea, yea)
La da dee la do da (yea, yea)
Yeah, what
Jump when I'm up in that bitch, what (jump when I'm up in that)
Jump when
of drink, I'm gon' mix it with Sprite
Yeah, Carolina native, down in the Yay'
Drinking on brown with some loud from the Bay (Frisco)
They sing loud when
It be her friends nigga that's who
It be your bitch friends nigga they be
Nigga they be all up in your mix nigga
I don't even, ay nigga she don't
every fucking song
I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke
cnd explaining where your going wrong
Well if you agree, then come hating with me
cnd feel
Little Mix
Hey
Saweetie, hmm
Oh-oh
Let's go
We wanna celebrate like we in the club every day
Got all my friends here with me
And I don't
this club for
Cause I can tell that you ain’t from here since you walked through the door
I see the way you looking at me as I love on myself
If you
to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
phone
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record, baby
But I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't
let's take the club captive
To them haters I'm a hazard, yeah yeah, I'm a savage
She pulling up, got her cooking breakfast in the morning
And I
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
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