Lyrics:
And we'll get the finest cars
We got a Deuce Coupe, a Stingray, a rail job and an XKE
(We'll start a car club)
We'll be the fastest at the drags, man,
to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I'm addicted to everything
Fast cars, bad bitches, weed
you had your regular car
You ever ever made love to a thug in the club with his ice on?
87 Jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on (yeah)
On the couch,
you had your regular car
You ever ever made love to a thug in the club with his ice on?
87 Jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on (yeah)
On the couch,
Machine!
My big brother Infamous
Sticks Malone, what up homie?
We workin' nigga! (Trapaholics mixtapes)
I feel free
I'm rollin' with my niggas and we
Car, Purple Car
Purple, purple, purple car
Go see my girl in the Purple Car
Go see my boys in the Purple Car
Go to the club in the Purple Car
Go
Pulled up like a trap star
That's if you have yo' regular car
You ever made love to a thug
In the club with his sights on
'87 jeans
And a fresh pair
My brother, My nigga
My nigga, my brother
My brother, my nigga
My nigga, my brother
My nigga, my brother
My brother, my nigga
My nigga, my brother
My
I admit, I admit, I admit
I admit, I admit, I'm a freak (freak)
Used to go to strip clubs every week
But who these niggas tryna say I am, man I'm
prefer?
The nigga that's gonna sell a fight?
Or the nigga that's gonna end the
Fight when he get in one?
Ya house? Got foreclosed
Your cars? Got repo'd
I think I'm OD'ing on drugs
Nigga I started a fight inside a club
Never switched on my brew I'm not a duck
I got a foreign car outside, sittin'
brothers brothers brothers
Cain and abel and me and you
You drove my car when we were young boys
And you tore it up too
You never paid to get it fixed
money and dicks and
No, you got me all wrong brother
No, I'm a woman that's strong brother
Yeah, it ain't nothing wrong with a woman in the club
(YoungTN productions)
One, two, three straps inside my club house
Four, five, six fuck around we at a club out
Only niggas wear white tees
to move at the club and we shot out
Bullets everywhere," Okay what's the prob?
"Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob."
You bullshittin! "I ain't
brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to find a spot where we could hunt for sex
Found a little club called the N-see-O
Military, competition. You know.
I ain't really
Am I my brothers keeper, motherfucker take my hand
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel Louis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some bub,
Daddy I
I don't know if what we have is love but it's on my mind
We might slide on a nigga inside this club, girl, close your eyes
Fifteen brothers, no
sayin'?
I'm finna spazz out right quick though, check gang though
My brother, my goon, my goon, my nigga, my partners
Hold up, we try to be cool but
Dizzy, whoo
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho)
We need a club banger, ok yo, yo
I want a club banger (aha), I want a club
a strip
Club to a rich bitch, really
(Facts) i turn a pint of lean to a
Sippy cup, that's a rich nigga feeling
Yeah
All of my cars, they tinted (yeah)
up fly and ooh-wee with my pastel Louis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Pucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some bub
Daddy
where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
If you were worried 'bout where
I been
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