Lyrics:
This gon' be your favorite song yFS
She the baddest in the club
(Baddest in the club)
I'm lying 'cause I'm drunk
But I'm still young (Young)
And I'm
This gon' be your favorite song yFS, yeah
She the baddest in the club
(Baddest in the club)
I'm lying cause I'm drunk (O oh)
But I'm still young
bright an icy hoe
The boys stand frozen with their ice sickles (Ice sickles)
Because they know I ride it like a bicycle (Bicycle)
In a club shining bright
Zweisitzer (Kafa)
I don't wanna ride my bicycle (yeah)
Another one bites the dust, ah (yeah)
Fendi1 ist fly as fuck, ja (Fendi)
Kafa kommt im Zweisitzer
to the money shit like everyday (Like everyday)
Fucking on that bitch she wet like it was everglades (Like everglades)
When she open up them legs it feel like
the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems
the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems
raid the airwaves
Catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade
Track slasher
Manufacture poems
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club
Got to hit the club all the whores is wilding
Make it rain we popping
Me and my niggas go way back
Me and my niggas been getting stacks
Move it off the job back in the trap
Sitting in the club with ya bitch in my lap
days
When Tech N9ne called and he asked for may day
Ubi, Dax and Kaliko all came
Now the whole damn club is fucking or engaged
Tour of duty so unruly
me a flight to the Everglades
I told 'em that day that it was my way
And now we get paid over 50k
Woke up in the morning, gotta thank God (God,
Imma holler at her when I'm in Miami
Imma holler at her when im down In LA (ohh)
Find me in the clubs, find me throwing ones motherfucker stacking up I
Yuh yuh
Ooo yeaa
Yuh yuh yuh yuh let's get it
Yuh yuh aye
Mhm mhm
This girl ride me like a bicycle
On my wrist it look like an icicle
I'm done I take
the vips
Saturday we be popping champagne, and we popping rozay
Where i dey
We be rolling in club with the vips
Saturdayand we popping champagne, and we
lift the band-aid, you see RED in the cut
Any bitch in my whip, she came here to FUCK
Dog, it's no love when I enter the club
It's like, blade, blood
hustling on the block
We fishing in the Everglades
Reckon I run up in this liquor store
Pick up a fifth of that Crown
We were puffing on that herb
When
Escalades
While you hustling on the block
We fishing in the Everglades
Reckon I run up in this liquor store
Pick up a fifth of that Crown
We were puffing
any ice
We would ride on a bicycle but we haven't got a bike
So we'll walk up the Avenue
Yes, we'll walk up the Avenue
And to walk up the Avenue's
Leave him to put the bottles back
Mends his glasses that I cracked
Well that's one up to me
Buy a silver cloud to ride
Pack a tennis club inside
ride on a bicycle, but we haven't got a bike
So we'll walk up the Avenue
Yes, we'll walk up the Avenue
And to walk up the Avenue's what we like
Leave him to put the bottles back
Mends his glasses that I cracked
Well that's one up to me
Buy a silver cloud to ride
Pack a tennis club inside
feet
White bicycles get the roses
Dumpsters get the dandelions
Susan's got a black eye again
And a broken car
She knows a thing or two
As all old strays
strange Bitch I'm a thug Fuck up the club Jordanx flocka flame Bad bitch in the Bed
Wanna ride me like a bicycle With pegs Said I'm good baby I just Want
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