Lyrics:
Every Tuesday mornin'
She'll be boardin'
Where the signs read Jamaica Plains
Purple skirt and ostrich feather
Never dressin' for the weather
Yo, this is Justice Merchant
Alongside Lady 1 Love
Woman your voice like a blessing from above
Jamaica: is Reggae Headquarter
Sing out ya roots
a lot on me, I let a nigga think I'm slipping hit the lottery then I let em meet his maker that shit fine with me and ill be somewhere in jamaica smoking
[Boy]
This a Nitti beat!
[Chorus: Ali & Gipp (Nelly)]
When i pull up in the club
im goin hard in the paint
(im goin) hard in the paint
(im goin)
Use your heart and not your eyes
Baby just relax a while
She love me, I'm showing her love
My brother might shoot up the club
She said her last
your whining
Life is a bitch and she’ll try to be grimy but
Karma came back to me finally smiling
Huh, now ain’t that a funky bitch
Club blowing up
Hit it
This ain't no disco
And it ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says the man
Hit it
This ain't no disco
And it ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says the man
nah
We in the club on a Tuesday
Steady throwing hundreds
But I swear that ain’t no loose change
Shawty want the D’usse
Baby come through
I don’t really
jeweler up
Yea yea
Robbed a nigga on Monday
I took his chains and I came to the club
Had em sold em by Tuesday
You should never let me sticc you up
U run up
getting cosy
So much goose, I let the fry soak it up some
Tuesday weekly, the legend of the rager
Most have witnessed the Cud' in the club
I don't have
the club
I don't have Plain Pat ready
Ice is strong and the whole crew gone
Done off the better, girls they love it, totally
Fuck the blogs, Imma tell my
moving to another zone on my wiz kalifa shit blowin on a paper cone
Dammit I’ma beast all these mother fucking bitches know tsunami in the club in
the club
I don't have Plain Pat ready
Ice is strong and the whole crew gone
Done off the better, girls they love it, totally
Fuck the blogs, Imma tell my
before
In the southern Indiana antique store
In this dying old town on the railroad line
Where no train has rolled through
Since 1969
The Kiwanis Club
me a fat case
Hundreds on hundreds i fill up a suitcase ha
Tripping on acid i can't tie my shoelace
Got the club going up like a tuesday
Got the club
gather around/
Cause I'm off the chain you can call me David Blane
I'm in love with fame so I never keep it plain/
Bottle after bottle, with models I make
Hit it
This ain't no disco
And it ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says the man next
the club going up on a Tuesday
I've been getting money in like four ways
They think they ahead of me like no way
I only got like four friends because I ain't
up
Tuesday you do a throwback
I guess its payback
Thats a bitch
I know i did it first
And then you told me it didnt hurt
But you lied
Spill it here
You
Hit it
This ain't no disco
And it ain't no country club either
This is Goolwa
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says the man next
Hit it
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is LA
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die"
Says the man next to me out
Hit it!
This ain't no disco
And it ain't no country club either,
This is L.A.
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says
Did you catch the shade, I heard you a keeper
Up in the club, grind on my señoritas
Copy my tatts, and looks follow the leader
Walk up in your house,
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