Lyrics:
bwoy yuh leff, that permanent
Next tournament, bwoy cyaa get it back
Him admit di wrong, a sing Sizzla song
Bout "Dry Cry" bwoy cyaa get it back
When
I’m busy but need no rush
I’m keeping things so locked up
Used to feel never did no love
Girl welcome to the midnight club
Midnight club
Both still
on time
Hit the AAU tournament with my guys
Brought in Big Chum yea that's the surprise
It's a cold game put the money on ice
Vegas Miami Atl
Bring the crew
in a nearby town, in a downstairs lounge of a crystal lane's bowling alley.
The alley was reserved for the nuns, for their Tuesday night tournaments
say oh, let me hear you say oh, oh
Can you believe it?
Basketball tournament, pitbull pups
Ladies in the club poring Chris in cups
Niggas in
V.I.P with recliners a couple sectionals
DJ got the club Bangin, crank up the decibels.
Mixed drinks so strong that there unbearable
Come in a C.E.O,
the Santos Football Club in Brazil. He quickly made a name for himself as a skilled and talented player, scoring his first professional goal in his debut
doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open
Bowl like a tournament, she hang like a ornament
Nigga, your jewelry look prosthetic
Rims
applying some pressure hoe
I been dying to catch tho
Break you down like a sectional
See I dunk in dat pussy (slam)
He lay up in dat pussy
She making you
company cause squirt be on the sectional
Eating cake Up daily now he high in his cholesterol
Pretty so I always catch him starin' while he fuckin'
Nasty
Feel like an animal
Rolling up antidote
Exciting's my casual
This shit is natural
Balling like tournaments
Lonely as fuck so you texting my phone
I miss
lyin
Not livin' by none of that shit that they rap
When I walk in the club, I'ma change the climate
Whole lotta 1s I can't fit in my bag
I'ma rap till I
it all up, just to take one ride
(With you)
How I used to hoop off in them tournaments
(With you)
And how I used to club hop on weekends
(With
it all up, just to take one ride
(With you)
How I used to hoop off in them tournaments
(With you)
And how I used to club hop on weekends
(With
champagne
We met at the club, I fucked her the fire
She swam in the pool, I smoked in the spa
Girl and we ball, you robbin' Peter for Paul
Gotta keep
you give them each a bong (yeah)
I call my stan's a, fan club 'cause whoever it's unleashed upon (what?)
Fuckin' beats up on (bitch), like police
the club and she told me she just want a taste (ahh!)
I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to make (I can't see it)
I was just
that neck like a Chico stick
I know who beat'cha quick (who?), my grip
Failing this to some type of tournament
I cut ya fucking head off and use it
'cause
Calico toss your hoe like a lateral
Duct tape up your kids, put my feet all on your sectional
Spin around the block like Bo Jackson up on Techmo
a regular
Two hoes wanna fuck me I think they Bisexual
Money real long yeah this shit here Perpetual
I'm in the club and I stand on the Sectional
Come get
or dies with me we hella professional
We up in the club throwing dubs in the sectional
They see me I'm unique I'm not so heterosexual
I'm flexible
gasp
These niggas faking it for instagram I get the message ain't got no vision you too shook Can't even etch a sketch it in the club fucking
and let the Rug' just spark
But you know how the hood be when someone screwed your start
All the basketball tournaments was cool to watch
Bet your money:
Queensbridge tournament shirts
Back then, nobody wore a vest
Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test
Get your Pumas took, come home
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