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Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles
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Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris
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Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles
drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris
Pooth (pah, pah, pah)
Drei Jahre Knast für den Akhi, denn er tickte damals im Range Rover Dope (ah)
Tony Sosa, Tony, Tony Sosa
Macht doch, was ihr
spend a little money
Make the bitch drop
I hit clubs, nigga with my right hand
Shit, Barbie Benz jeep when a nigga land
Think I'm TI, pop a rubberband
Hit
Homegirl, only right she in a proper tee
What I want and need, you and a sofa
I fly in a spaceship, I got a land the rover
Casa Cruz, Casa Blanca, Casanova
ohhh yeah (blackboimagik)
ohhh yeah
ohhh yeah
yeah
When I land the people turn up (turn up)
I get kpele from Osapa London (London)
Shayo for body
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
skrrr
Goonz on deck
Jae with vibe
Bad man selecta
Showdy wanna ride
Cruise with the vesper
Steady blowing minds
Lagos to Manchester
And when we land
Bad
ain't the only one with rings in (The Palace)
Do your research, tell me your analysis
Take a jet and make you wonder where you land like Alice
Tell me
(Hook)
Geddi wth the boys in a 4X4
Note rkhe jeb mai do by do (2x2)
We pull up in the club kehte oh my god
Chda hu mai stage pe i shoot my shot
land rover evoke
se embaca nois abre o teto
toda tatuada de lacy
me deixa esperto
chupa o meu pal
com a boca cheia de terpeno
to tipo como
nesse pique
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover
Playin'
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover
Playin'
a flannel, sucker, some hand soap, butter
A banjo and manhole cover
Hand over the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
on and gimme some head
[Chorus: x2]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters
at the Hyde (Penthouse)
Stack that cash, it ain't the bank though
Stocks and bonds, just check my portfolio (White collar shit)
Boss of the land where the weed
through the sweatpants
I push a Range Rover, what you talkin' bout a Lex Land
Check it out, slide to VIP
A loose a strings, let you see the boys' D.I.C.
plasmas, ni el Land Rover ni el Mazda
Una casa de tres plantas pa' llenarlas de plantas
Quiero discos en los cuadros, cuadros en las bufandas
Por to' el
, il ferme à six, mais on est là jusqu'à dix though
Friday night fever, Land Rover disco
Si tu parles de paradis, c'est Vanessa ou fiscaux
Fiston,
some shit he did in the moment
Bull shit in his talk no dozer
No range in his gun, all rover
Off the henny I really ain't sober
We gone fuck the club up
me, I shine like a ruby
More clips than a movie, I need a movie
I'm in the club makin' a movie
Thanks to my jeweler, ice like it's stupid
Try not
Land Rover
Rolex pon mi wirst, and all crisp pullover
Platinum chain wid ring with ice all over
And the Versace suit with all dem string yah (shh,
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