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I'm sorta late and I'm stallin' I'm Pourin' grape and like Florida state Got a court date and I'm balling Club be jumpin' up when I rhyme OG's bumpin'
pump this W.A.S.T.E music over time we stay relevant 2099 then I let the Alpine play bumping that new hit BIGHAND-NO And FAT K this ain't no shit that
just being honest Washington Jefferson Lincoln Hamilton Jackson grant franklin Could've re'd up but chu got the club up nikka what was you thanking
timeline, stay the fuck up out of mine (uh, stay out it, go) fourteen, I got my first halftime (fourteen) broke in the club for an Alpine (Alpine
Gone way to soon And you're gonna be missed How dare you kill Club Penguin Can't believe that you'd do this Bring Back Club Penguin I am so damn
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade) When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen nigga) Keep it in your lap, not
be on that So baby where the love at Give this to my DJ man and We gon' take the club back Rolling round the city where the plug at New to the city
and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me I got two floors in my trunk, club lights in my trunk I
I LOVE YOU DEAR (Jack Moran) « © '71 Alpine Music » Please put down the paper turn off the TV And darling look over my way And I know that lately
ain't talkin bout lickin it Ion know what he talkin about It's alot of cute BQs in the club If I have it my way, we gone fuck shit up My nigga in the cut,
Hit up “Da Strip Club” Whole bunch of whores We throwing them dollas They craving some more All for the washingtons She kneel on the flo & im
Dis might bust a hole right through they alpines, push up tinted V's What you need, all night I'm outside, it's 2-10 a key I'm finna have deez four Rick
(hey) Crib out in Calabasas, crib out in Alpine (hey) Chopper style, chopper style (hot boy) Hot boy, hundred in the chop boy, hundred in the box boy
good old bug We do a house party, what the fuck is a club And S.A. they sold most of the drugs Laugh a million, hell yeah we thug, we getting money,
Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka Shot him anyway, motherfucker I don't play They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I want to go home with you, girl [Verse 1] (Manny Fresh)
One Two One, Two, Three, Go She don't want no love song She wanna wanna bass jam Yeah She wanna make love in the club to a Bass jam Yeah She wanna
Bitch don't call my phone I decline Smoking on that no alpine My left wrist so cold what's the time I asked her for permission to let me inside her
cooking that fishscale, like a salmon Bae I could take you to Switzerland like Yah Mon And all of your trap spots beating like alpine Do your fucking
This for all my players out there ridin' Spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot the expressway Whatever what I want you to do
This for all my players out there ridin' Spinners, I don't care where you at, the club parking lot, the expressway Whatever, what I want you to do
This for all my players out there ridin' Spinners, I don't care where you at, the club parking lot, the expressway Whatever, what I want you to do
check Got a bad chick check Turn Up (Getting it poppin' let's get it) But you can find us at the club Standing on the couch section full of pretty savage
recognized in momma's eyes I'm in the trench coat for the skies I keep the forty-five on my waistline Shoot your block down with the Glock like a alpine
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