Lyrics:
of the club with a strap
Blowing that kush out tha pack
I'm runnin up bandz dats facts
Ima dog in da game no cap
Makin these fuck niggaa mad
Dey mad how I'm
the club they getting lit like a lighter
That girl make me mad but yea I swear I'll never fight her
Yea your car is nice but my car is really nicer
Staring
dog status, I ain't even much a big dog (nah)
I'ma keep it real and fuck these hoes, that's why they pissed off (that's why they mad)
I just bought
to act on the floor backing it back
Man I can't be mad she just like me,
Gettin' money having fun man, she just like me,
In the club throwin' ones she
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
to act on the floor backing it back
Man I can't be mad she just like me,
Gettin' money having fun man, she just like me,
In the club throwin' ones she
to act on the floor backing it back
Man I can't be mad she just like me,
Gettin' money having fun man, she just like me,
In the club throwin' ones she
to act on the floor backing it back
Man I can't be mad she just like me,
Gettin' money having fun man, she just like me,
In the club throwin' ones she
a hater"
Tell me why you mad fo' (Remo the Hitmaker)
Hey, listen here, Luda, we
Gotta keep it real, boy
We gon' do it like this, baby
Listen here, you know
Dizzy, whoo
We need a club banger (aha), we need a club banger (fa sho)
We need a club banger, ok yo, yo
I want a club banger (aha), I want a club
gas in my hemp (Gas in my hemp)
Pull up to the club
(Club) with the windows tint
(With the windows tint) hop up out the car
(yeah) looking mad rich
little
Car, pull up to the club in my little car, Bounce out goin' dumb in my little car
Lil' drink big weed in my little car, all Type of flavors in
Wayne]
Listen
Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do things
About every car that you name, on twenty-two things
We likely to have a few
niggas ridin' with no tint
Grand total 5 digits make these hoes repent
Popped a couple pills, I feel like Johnny Mad Dog
I lost a couple friends, I'm
$hort Dog is in the car
Murder 1 is with me
You heard Nationwide was ballin'
We make 100's and G's
Takin' trips to the islands
Smilin' under the trees
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
In Da Club Lyrics
[R. Kelly]
Hey, hey, boom boom boom, hey hey, boom boom boom
Hey hey, boom boom boom, hey hey, boom boom boom
What are we doing
She just wanna hear another club song
Told her gon live yo life, there ain't nothing wrong
We might have to pop a bottle she won't be here long
I feel like Johnny Mad Dog
I lost a couple friends, I'm tryna get these bands, dog
You know we in this bitch, we throwin' up them grands, y'all
hoes repent
Popped a couple pills, I feel like Johnny Mad Dog (geek, geek)
I lost a couple friends, I'm tryna get these bands dog
You know we in this
Ooh, lil' boy got that heat
Everything big dog status, you know what I mean?
From the jewelry to the cars to the clothes to everything that we
cheap hoe
Spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
And come runnin' to see
If $hort Dog is in the car
Murder 1 is with me
You heard Nationwide
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
engine, got it leaking need a car repair (yeah)
I don't need no gloves because I'm maintaining her facial care(bow)
She say boy you bet not be a dog, hoe
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