Lyrics:
weiß, dass du bei mir bleibst
J'arrive dans l'club
J'vois ta meuf
Elle me regarde dans le yeux
Comme s'il y a rien d'mieux
Y a que moi au millieu
Jam tu
attack
What's been done done, mean no more say, that's that
Never find me in the club laid back
I wanna jump to this jam all night until we see the sun
Woni mo tu ti De
Another jam on the way
I'm bout to step up the pace
Running my own damn race
Tori mo lewon le e re
Abj's finest to surulere
Playboi
Bounce 2 This Ghetto jam
Bounce 2 This Ghetto jam
Verse 1
Yeah
Yo yeah
In the bay Ladies
Think we
Remind them as 2pac and the outlaws
Chasing
on a eastside ho ?
Tell Bron Bron we can bring the Heat back
I'm a champ, I support it
Flipping through the hundred
Cool Club with it
Running to the money
and I’m dumming out
Bitches come out wen that money out
Run up the racks and you kno we ain’t running out
I’m breaking the bank (Bank bank)
We hit the club
away coz I wasn't feeling the magic
I was feeling hurt because I made 100 beats
Couldn't record, you was busy running in the streets
Hitting clubs
The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff
Your in a cage and this groove will bound you
People in the club like bars around you
The doors open up
The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff
Your in a cage and this groove will bound you
People in the club like bars around you
The doors open up
pas un caractère facile
Mais j'suis cool
Ouais chica j'suis cool
Ramène ton culo
Pas l'temps de pull up
J'fais sauter tout l'club
J'ai réponse à tout,
Glah
Like what, like what
Like what, like what
Damn
Glah, glah, boom
Glah, glah, boom
Ok, ok
Late night in the club getting jiggy
If she wanna fuck
where I be flexing just to feel some life
I walk into the club with more singles than a dating site
Yea go put ya hands up
Im reaching high points but I
spilling your drink
Jam on!
-Busta Rhymes chorus-
Everybody's on the line outside
Make you feel good make you come for the ride
Going do it to my people
Getting lost in the music, like it's nothing
Escaping worries when the music's running
This the music to say damn, (Damn)
This the music, the jam, (Jam
her from a far, this what I yell at her
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
In your club with your girls, I'm in here with
a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just
these corny niggas bold
Life told, screenplay graphic when it unfold
Running with them killas made his heart cold
Lights strobe, cameras on him walking
Different sceneries I'm still taking yo bitch
Ima money making nigga but I'm not Mitch
Going viral nigga but I'm not streaming Twitch
Running gyro round these
Take you to the cinema
And leave you in a Wimpy Bar
You tell me that we've gone too far
Come running up to me
Make the scene at Cousin Jack's
Take you to the cinema
And leave you in a Wimpy Bar
You tell me that we've gone too far
Come running up to me
Make the scene at Cousin Jack's
he's always running away
(Sing it, sing it, sing it)
Dr. Bombay
Could you find time and could you stay
Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day
he's always running away
(Sing it, sing it, sing it)
Dr. Bombay
Could you find time and could you stay
'Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day
up
(Bang out) , it’s running out (Bang out)
No cash, we tokin’ grass and talk fast
We clash with the principal so
We can all last
You too wack, you’ll
and fixing to get up on 'em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to avoid 'em
Them niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em
He hit the alley, get
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