Lyrics:
the pinky, hit her right like winky
Got the club looking cloudy, for the love of the stinky
In a 600 Benz, a couple bitches they friends
And we just getting
of a lifestyle where I make the bandz
Where I reach out to the fans, they will never understand
All the blood and bone that I've put into the music
I know I've got
, official (urgh), Haiyti official (urgh)
Doch bitte wein nicht, wenn ich dir ein' Korb gebe, hah (wouh)
Ich hab' immer zwei Phones
Eins ist für den Club
make it official
I’m sippin 42 no chaser in the club if it wasn’t for my baby shit I’d prolly throw a dub,
See that’s the type of shit that got some
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
Trick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Yeah, and the boy Bow Wow in the building, haha)
My swag to official, man
(Ayy, Soulja my swag too, man)
Y'all
See they'll dis you knowin that their raps ain't official
Turn around and be like can I do a track with you
I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll
Ain't
Trick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Yeah, and the boy Bow Wow in the building, haha)
My swag to official, man
(Ayy, Soulja my swag too, man)
Y'all
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fuckin' with you
The bitch official
flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fuckin' with you
The bitch official
pronouns had no style
Your weak proposal
Aim the official, initial is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
All that other bullshit ain't permissable
Annual increase
flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fuck witchu
The bitch official doe, dick
intellectual, plus professional
And Walbaums to vegetables
Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz
Blew
Timberlands to Vans
Official only, you know that, pistol under the floor mat
Been hated on more than Jesus, locked up more times than Kodak
The pots handy,
the king bow down
And next time you get a cut
Make the barber trim the eyebrows down
My fans like, "Cass' you the best"
Damn right I was battling before
is an official Bifta boy takeover
Bifta, it's Bifta
Coming at you live we're worldwide
Bifta, it's Bifta
All around the globe, international
Bifta,
From hole in the wall clubs to a neighborhood basement
Block parties in Queens, new Nile Afro Sheen (uh-huh)
Fourteen ounce of Dax Pomade, Jheri curl,
flick in the club
Cameras Lights action we Posen
We shaking ass and we only carry bank rolls
He spent that cash buy me Gucci when I say so
My bitches bad
to the crib to where the gas be
I can't even shop no more 'cause
All the fans harass me skinny Mike Amiris
Hidden in 'em where the MAG be
Tell a bitch if she
Show me how to do it right (Show me how to do it right)
Long as my baby good, don't matter said I'm not the choosy type
We headed to the club, it's
their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)
I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in
Clubs get their
of the club (yeah)
Ice on my neck like I'm Gunna and Thug
Cool with the hate 'cause it come with the love
This is my life, sex, money, and drugs, uh (dig
Discuss these Dimash Official Fan Club Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In