Lyrics:
numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up
(Club up, tear the club up)
(Club up, tear the club up)
(Club up, tear the club up)
(Club up, tear the club up)
Yeah
I don't do light moves, I don't
the greater genius no reference to the ugly clothes
There's a party (party)
Going On
All the girls them welcome
To the Yacht Club
Magazeen (Magazeen)
Let them
We be clubbin'
Heyy hey heyy heyy look here look here first of all I want to welcome
all why'all broke ass entreponiggas to the Player's Club
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
you before baby... but listen
[Chorus:]
Put my numba in ya phone,
And when you get out the club girl call me up
Put my number in ya phone,
Just
number, I'd never talk slop
I only talk chop like drop your drink
Drop your pants
Drop your plans
Drop your friends
Drop your hands
Rob a link
Pop
Nerder hop no number, I'd never talk slop
I only talk chop like drop your drink
Drop your pants
Drop your plans
Drop your friends
Drop your hands
number, I'd never talk slop
I only talk chop like drop your drink
Drop your pants
Drop your plans
Drop your friends
Drop your hands
Rob a link
Pop
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
need the subs
Steady make bangers without the club
Overshadow the comp, so just lightin up
Oh you number #1, well enlighten us
If I touch it, it's
girls for they number and they like(OK)
BME turned millionaires, and we all like 'what what, yeah'
[CHORUS]
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step
Ayy, I told them folks to Google me or somethin' 'cause I don't show ID (nah)
And I don't give my number out in clubs, they gotta follow me (on IG)
Million
A bike was what I needed
With my name spelt on the number plate
Like Paul Revere on speed
Yes my girlfriend's name is Anne
But she says the K is
tauche auf im Club, hau' auf den Putz
Frauen schauen laufend mit staunenden Augen auf den Schmuck, der baumelnd
Auf der Brust an einer gewaltigen
get your hands up) Girl give me your number (seen a lot of shorty's in the club tonight)
Forget it, here go my number (but you're the only shorty, I'm
to post with Bandz
Used to slave at the club
You don't understand
5 Years denied my reference
You don't understand
Papi serving out the back
You don't
the drugs on the roof no barking
Ain't going to the club unless I'm selling drugs stupid
Fifteen got a year sentencing that's why I gave my folks twenty racks
(Money just stuck to my hand like Some glue)
Walk in the club and everything New
I'm sipping on don Julio 42
If she wanna play then I swerve in
get rocked with these hands
Do you understand?
That you wack and I hate the way that you act
You always talk shit about
People and reference
How they're
me
And if I got they number they never would get a call from me
Know all the foreign bags but don’t know shit about foreign policy
Ya life is binary
They're in the money
And we're number #1
Saddening that-that means
Beans and a hill of em'
Even when you killin em'
Billboard fillin' em'
With the minimum
of a reverend
Or a reference to a vessel
Or a revenant, no facade
I'm a remnant, Mukaro
We make the block hot
Get them boys rollin'
My pythons walk (walk)
Talk,
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