Lyrics:
the club until a quarter to five
Come home with a thug in your daddy’s 4 wheel drive
What daddy don’t know can’t make daddy cry
So I guess it’s just you
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
dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks they don't mind they business
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders
Candy Paint
the club we gets low, oh
Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin' down in a different color whip (whip, whip)
Picture perfect, you might want to take
I'm going toot toot, beep beep
Pulling up on them wheels now
All black Bugati
And a Shadow much like a seal now
Got them cars in my garage
And no less
wheels now
All black no doubt 'bout it
And a shot up much like a seal now
Got them cars in my garage
No less than a mil now
Kellz about to take
on rhythm with each new pace
(Pace, pace)
Old school, Nine Zip, all Laughing pace
(Pace, Pace)
Wheels up when on my pace, pace, pace
Sonic sounds when on my
we provide it ride it
'Til the wheels fall of shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it over did it spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state
Hayi but akho way
(Just sounds like, the club is gonna get torn up)
(Uyabona, uyabona?)
Yea
Wethu
Y'all ain't even know that we're hot
Till we pulled
and the rhythm of the wheels has been my blues
In a little old apartment above Joyce’s House of Glamour
dancing on the edge of the color line
I rolled off
chains, and big old diamond rings
I'm a ? man and I work tax free
I work with my hands, but my nails are clean
I'm a country club gun
I'm a country club
at the wheels
The motherfucking wheels
Black low and half blood
You niggas know the deal
Fuck lamborghini doors, nigga I ride stock
And fuck you lil rap niggas,
The club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
Wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping
I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried
Uh, I still know your old number by heart
310-644, need amor, see? I adored you
Got the same roots, so your tree I explore
Ain't with the law but
(Aye, Aye, Aye, yeah yeah, yeah, I, I, Okay
Let’s go)
Spent a hundred on a fifty
Got shawty said she was with me
She gon ride til the wheels fall
the club with a gangsta girl
When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl
When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl
When I freak, I'm gonna
[Chorus: Master P]
I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin with my girls even rollin with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin in the hood I'm
gets twisted and your head grows numb
And you think you're too old too young too smart or too dumb
When you're lagging behind and losing your pace
All my ladies to the flo
Handle it ladies back it up
Getting crunk up in the club
We get's low (get low)
Oh (oh)
Southern-style, get wild, old skools
You in big wheels baby we some ballers
Money ain't a thang to the boy Gucci Mane
Old school Chevy same color cocaine
Ridin through the hood
mobile)
Look at the grill
Old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP
The club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
Wood grain, wheel
Old stupid-ass bitch
You old stupid-ass bitch
What, you tryna curb me?
Bitch, you tryna curb me?
Old stupid-ass bitch
You old stupid-ass bitch
Just to get back with my mainz
Yeaaahhh I kicked my old thing out
Just to get back with my mainz
Hop in the club with some fly shoes (Fly shoes)
Triple
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