Lyrics:
the club (Yaeeyaae)
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress' show me
nothing wrong
Get ya club on (We be clubbin')
Ah, we be clubbin'(we be clubbin')
Yaeeyaae (we be clubbin' we be clubbin')
Verse 2:
We gettin' in
up
Fly takin' cash from yo' ass, Mr. Stick 'Em Up
Fuck the damn security, fuck a motherfuckin' cop
If they kick me out the club, I'll buck 'em in
up
Fly takin' cash from yo' ass, Mr. Stick 'Em Up
Fuck the damn security, fuck a motherfuckin' cop
If they kick me out the club, I'll buck 'em in
the club (Yaeeyaae)
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress' show me
the club (Yaeeyaae)
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress' show me
And before the club close, The owner gon' respect mine
Spend a lot of money and that's the bottom line
Ten cars on chrome, Plus the neck shine
Baggy jeans
[DJ Premier]
"One-two.."
"One-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out"
"One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic"
"One-two.." "The maker, owner!"
"Come
Last night I let the party get the best of me
Waking up in the morning, two hoes laying next to me
Plus I heard an officer arrested me
Good weed
to sell
A dream to so I need to holler at the club owner
And hit him whip out 10 stacks to keep it open longer
112 and Three 6 Mafia, we kicking in
it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe
Play, "Please Don't Let Me Be
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
someone can gun us down
We was two songs away from getting some cut up
Now we one song away from tearing the club up
Move over, Luda got something to say
it
The club owner supply it, boy, I'm on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be
Guess what? I made it, I'm
Mister Felice, six foot tall
One hundred and forty-eight pounds
Soft teeth, sleep deprived, below average student
Owner of two ill-fitting suits
real in real life
Look, I bet I do what I want
I know the owner to the club
That's why I got in here wit my pump
I'm really real in real life
I fuck
And brushin' you off like a classy ho in a casino
Now the rest of the night you're feelin like Mr. Draino
Your stomach ain't right, you're drinkin' Milk
kickin' them rhymes and flow quick 'n in time
That's what made N9ner progess
This is history Young Rich and Dun-deala team up with Mr. T
Even though
just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
Threw up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back
He wanted half
grew longer
Sold all my artists now, Gucci Mane a fucking loner
I'm a part time rapper, I'm a full time owner
Breaking rules and bending corners
call plays
Didn't I tell you I'm a boss, I'm a owner
Lurk in water with the sharks, I'm a loner
If they ever smell blood, you's a goner
I'll never send
and start to declare
Now one man down and na two fighting
Inside club for the vip
One gunshot and na mislighting
Club owner self don dey call ig
Loose focus
someone can gun us down
We was two songs away from getting some cut up
Now we one song away from tearing the club up
Move over, Luda got something to say
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