Lyrics:
à texte elle est over
Ça vise les chichas et les clubs histoire de s'mettre au beurre
Y a pas le choix, les gens veulent danser
Ne sont pas comme toi, ne
.... Time to get down to the club. And you ain't gonna like what's happenin'.
Oh Lord!
Ah, excuse me, excuse me.
.... Morris, Morris!
Get these people
Yeah, yeah
Shit can get real commercial, real fast
Yeah, yeah
Flex the digi' on my dash, buss a A.P. real fast
Shit can get real commercial, real
Oh shit, my commercial's on
Did I really body bitches with commercial songs?
Did I really prophecy every thing I do?
But before I continue, let me
high, we’re floating
Like we’re satellites
First Hate in the sky
Neon beam city burn right through the night
Pleasure hunter
Red-eyed
Club floor
to twerk to
So I made the perfect beat for her to work to
Work
She be in between all the beats like
Commercials
Bring it around like circles
Your real real
I'm tryin' to go to church
Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
See my hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls,
Pull up to the Crib all drip that yeah,
Go to the Garage, seek a whip out,
Drivin in a Lambo, 0-60 real fast,
Cause its fun, in the Club, and I'm
What's up Big Chris?
Goin' to the store to get the papers.
Got ya, a little love on this one here.
Huh! Word on. Word on.
Commercial rap
Im that nigga im the main
I should go to spain
Fuck commercial never liked them
Take a private plane
I had to remember who i was
And we not the same
Real commercial yeah
Real commercial yeah
Ooh came up, yeah
Ooh way up, yeah
Ooh she want to be my bae yeah
Ooh she want to be my bae yeah
Ooh from
it's Bifta
We're universal, don't fly commercial
Bifta, it's Bifta
All around the globe, everybody knows
Bifta, it's Bifta
Worldwide, better hide your
the bass from the club last night
No idea how he left
Needless to say, perplexed
As he looked around the room that he never been in
Candles all around
million dollar sponsors that go commercial
Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial
I love you like I love myself with me, can't no one hurt
me for no money now
Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown (woo)
'Til I took your bitch, drop her off right there by Morris
want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered
Back in the building, back in my bag
She said he was boring then hopped in my lap
Jump in the whip and step on the gas
Commercial or private I'm
play commercials see I'ma need
privacy its obvious you aint learn sooo
I can teach you to fly [9x]
And she dug my chain love my swag how I does my
dona ka sta
+ Entre Nós” Foi sima ki n perdi metade di mi
Djam morri mil bez na tenta vivi 1 hun escrebi um música
24horas di vida
Dipox di x ano nha
poufs
Vidant leur tequila paf
Petit mec commercial dans le club low cost
Je fais du tir à l’arc
T’as les yeux noirs et ardents d’un mec d’orient
Tu me
you come from too much around here
You can get your fuckin cap filt
[Verse 2]
If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club
So them
the club
Why would I come in the club?
So niggas I done stuck up could
Cut me the fuck up? Nah, I'm outside to jump
Off when they finished, g
Four deep,
a hook fast
I can get straight to the cash
Y'all niggas come last, I'm first though
No rehearsal, I know it all like Urkel
You can call it commercial
Commercial nigga take a coke and a smile
Ain't seen much joke in a while
Well I ain't the laughing to the
Bank yet
Cocky before cash talking cause my shit
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