Lyrics:
thousand
A beersoaked brassy band
Did snortle round the grounds
Four hundred noblest souls
Westchester's manhood
And they looked exactly like
Met a girl from Westchester
She says she lives for thrill
Saw her dance to my music
Off of an ecstasy pill
Aint no promise in tomorrow
So she gon
those numbers
And they're going
To advertising agencies and people are
Paying numbers based on the
Audience that they
Have so these places are not
Even
rags up in the air
Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there
Bust a nigga in the club, he need Obamacare
I bet I put you in the grave before
Choco chocolaté
Choco chocolaté
Choco chocolaté
Little cubano made it out of Westchester
Making all this money like a damn investor
Meet me up in Little
location on my IG story
Might see me on Drink Champs sipping with Nore
Slide to Harry Hines to reup on my inventory
Rocking Pro Clubs all summers running up
and
Witch doctors aren't just in
Africa if you look
In the LA papers of a Sunday morning
You'll see the local variety
Advertising their wares
Like suit's with
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising
and a night-club scene unlocks
Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got
To the last gasp
A brand new Tear The Club Up Thugs album (Tear The Club Up, new album)
The new, the next, the other new movie, "Streets Of Memphis"
Filmed in the M, some
and a night-club scene unlocks
Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got
To the last gasp
an arrest
Wrong man
Wrong place
Wrong time
Don't nobody wanna
Ride with you
Billy club to the chest
And they're spraying
Tear gas in your eyes
Don't nobody
two and pass
So the blunt will last
The club is crowded everyone's up in here
Yo premier what's that you got there?
It looks like a nice plump
and pass
Take two and pass
Take two and pass
Take two and pass
So the blunt will last
The club is crowded everyone's up in here
Heyo premier what's
Brad Pitt - Fight Club
We're often raised on television to believe that
One day we would all be millionaires and movie gods and rockstars
But we
than dem
Look how u move u de killie man dem
She really never know mi yet
Woman Ur body control mi yea
Ina d club pop
this portion
I can't name the spot, they don't merit the promotion
But I been there look like any strip club
Everybody slicked up trying to get they dick
learn how to stack that shit up (Trap rules)
You cant be out here false advertising fuck around and get wet up (That's a no go)
N****s really hustling
people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never
down! It ain’t no rush, that’s how you fuck it off.
Kicking shit up in them Clubs, but I can’t tell you how much I must’ve loss.
Quit this shit and make
superficial
A commodity worthless
A gameshow
Empty gesture
A competition
An advertising tool
Money makes you God or irrelevant
But what of music's utter
I see in the fight club the strongest and smartest men whove ever lived I see all this potential and I see squandering God damn it an entire
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