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They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
dealin' with them mattaz
Mattaz
Let you know you dealing with a shotta
Shotta that's the type of shit
That shouldn't shock ya

Soon as you close the door
on the gram camera dumb shakey
Tag a playa in the pic because the club play me
I ain't stopping till you show me who you are
What you bout baby
This the type
Civic, it's a Maybach (vroom)
Someone at my door, where the Drac' at? (Draco)
Need a ghetto bitch with some face tats (yeah)
AR-15 go bratt-bratt
Say P, man the other day foolin' at the club
Mane wit this broad or whateva
I walk in see her talkin' to some dude or whateva

You know what I'm
Full-fledged runnin back
Nuttin like a Emmitt Smith
Need to see the green
For 22 like I’m Emmitt Smith
Feelin lit - Jumping out a Civic
What the business is
[Slim Thug]
Say P, man the other day, boy I'm at the club, mane with this broad or whatever. I walk in, I see her
talkin' to some dude or whatever
[Slim Thug]
Say P, man the other day, boy I'm at the club, mane with this broad or whatever. I walk in, I see her
talkin' to some dude or whatever
a hot beat, discreet, club treat
make the girls start to move their feet and their booties
we hot to death like beyonce, when we come to town
better watch
you was balling like Uncle Drew
It's made up, yeen shooting shit, so chances are you a bitch too
When it come to rap they don't mention you
You the type
bitches.  I fell in love once or twice cause yeah them hoes a get cha. I ain’t espousing niggas but my city know for pimping. The baddest strip clubs
Play paranoia to heighten the mood round the table
These type of nights the ones I'll come back to on the regular
The club we start every night at
They
the most to say the least
Idle feet are the Devil's fetish club
A highly exclusive spots none of us are members of
Dante is a scrub - we kicked him out
bars in the chat are gold
She wanna fight in the Lamb truck
She wanna fight in the Civic
She giving me top in the cinema
So Imma buy her a ticket
(I buy
gone run yo city
Said you fuck wit me hope you know that you ain't fuckin wit me
You are a mother fuckin penny I'm a bunch a fifties
You could slide
Glock out
Don't know the owner to the club but got I it with my gun feel like Pop now
Think I'm Pop now
Feel like Thanos with the Gauntlet can't be
bitch?
Do you own that shit?
Better grow that quick
For I go Brad Pitt
At your club I start a fight
Turn the cut up overnight into function when I light my

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