Lyrics:
Brand new banger
Santa's little strip club
In the back throwing racks at the strip club
You're jammin' with the hottest disc jockey
(disc jockey
a so-called dancing machine
Cause this record, is strictly for the club scene
Get Off the Wall, this ain't Michael Jackson
It's eighty-nine, it's time for some
Yeah, where'd you guys go?
To where, In Atlanta?
When I used to live here, I was the strip club queen
Wait, wait, so what's up with Follies? Like
Trapped fingers, and someone's to blame
The Jockey Club is tightening the reins
All the wealth and power
Owned by a handful of people
With YTS workers
Gambino: yeah, where'd you guys go?
Girls: To where, In Atlanta?
Strip Club Queen: When I used to live here
I was the strip club queen
Fam: Wait,
Then I wasn't
I was sixteen years old in a dead guy's boots
With my hair slicked to the side
Sitting outside the Jockey Club
Crying in my 7-up
I
The Fugacity... le club le club X4
Samedi soir, fin d'une semaine plutôt chargée
De l'espoir, j'arriverai à rentrer
La nuit tombe derrière mes
The Fugacity... le club le club X4
Samedi soir, fin d'une semaine plutôt chargée
De l'espoir, j'arriverai à rentrer
La nuit tombe derrière mes
Freshly - showered jet jockey's
In the Chico Club bar
Drinking neat Wild Turkey
They smoke Havana Cigars
Screaming MIG fighter
In the Latin night
Big
Van egy disco club, ahova szívesen megyek,
ahol néhány barátommal együtt lehetek.
Ihatunk egy pofa sört, ha éppen jól esik,
közben szól
the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found an eye witness
But his breath wreaked of chitlins
All I know is his breath did pound
Buddy forget it, just
night
Come sidung pon cocky like you a one jockey
send it in a saggle like you nuh waah stop eh
make a smile, make them seet say you happy
and if you
from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive
bitches
Role, role, role up to the club we sassy
Like a cat we sassy
Pumps strapped up, dresses tight on our asses
We stoppin’ traffic at every green light
ok
Chume ih de Club
Alles ok
Mach de Beat chli lüter segs am Jockey
Chume ih de Club
Han kei Geld debi also gönn ich mer en Schluck
Nöd min Whisky gsie
from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive a tricycle
beste Freundin kennt
Den Disc Jockey (Disc Jockey)
Und sie schminkt sich auf dem Klo
(Auf dem Klo)
Bis sie denkt, sie sieht aus wie Paris Hilton
(Ihr
gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found
a work of genius
No one has bought the rights yet but
We're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Directed by Spielberg
a to'itas mató
Salimos ready, rompimo' el club
Acicála' mi mami, a to'itas ella' las mató
A veces quisiera saber por qué es qué la cogen conmigo
Será
Vilmar
II
Cierro los ojos y en el recuerdo
Brinda su aliento la multitud,
Como en la Polla o aquella tarde
Cuando ganaste el Jockey Club.
El alma noble
that i don't see no more
Twerkin 2 plugs like an outlet italian dressing on my salad
Raised in avondale my money like estrella mountain
Still get em
see girls a bounce
Make me see boots a bounce, make me see party a bounce
Disc jockey be a bounce, raise the stage up and bounce
Hopin' dat de club
Me step in de club, gal me ready
Me gear is sharp as a machete
The dance floor, me step pon de center
Whine me gal, wit de punny printas
Shake de ass
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