Lyrics:
the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club
(Perfecto, leyenda)
Il mondo è a terra, ma con un colpo gira
È come stare al tennis club, tennis club, yeah-yeah
Non sei un campione ma conti
Lenny Strollo and Little Joey Naples
Were made in the Pittsburgh Mob
In Youngstown, Brier Hill Jimmy got old
And he made Little Joey the boss
Yes he
the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
In the double-O I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World, 40th: that's me, yo
Clips, 11 off bricks, get
I told her baby
Please don't play me
I told her watch, AP
Gave her the Roc, Jay-Z
I got shooters, KD
Tracy McGrady
Shoot up the club, shoot up
truck
Santana rolling big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
In the double-O, I represent the C-O
Please hoe, Harlem World,
night with you
We can play wet tennis
We can play wet tennis
Uh-oh
They kicked me out the club 'cause my bright clothes
They wouldn't even let me
Uh, come on, Youngstown, get down, get down
There's no reason why the two of us should be alone
Baby come and let me show you what you came here for
Wow, ah, ah, la-la-la-la
Ey, Lord have mercy
Shawty is helemaal woozy in de club, club
Als je haar niet remt dan gaat ze nudie in de club, club
up
Bottles in the club, bitches in my section, know it's goin' up
Money talkin and my diamonds dancin, nigga you ain't sayin much
Tennis chains like
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
Don't have a need 'cause I got that
These niggas talking millions dog but they don't see them often
I'm fresh to death, I killed the club, my section
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "Why you treat me so bad?")
(Parrish "PMD" Smith: "Music
Pleasemusic please")
(Club Nouveau: "I don't know why baby!")
But,
ready when you
Paid your membership dues
It's comin' to take you (take you)
To the country club (to the country club)
Bring your golf clubs
Your tennis
Haciendo de to' no alcanzan mi talla
Se te cayo el flow lo siento niño falla aye
Los tennis de nike, hoodie a la talla
Luisy y yo los únicos que
Life can be a menace
Any point in time, you're a victim of the grimace
Playing with ya mind, like 6 games of Tennis
Go and tag some mother fuckers
Pour qu'je puisse sauter sur scène
J'm'inscris au club de fitness pour gérer toutes ces miss
Viens t'entraîner au tennis
Ey, fumando en la nave con mis ñeris (con mis ñeri'), oh
Quiero estar pega'o como Nelly (como Nelly)
Yo ando igual de limpio que mis tennis
Oah,
to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I'm addicted to everything
Fast cars, bad bitches, weed
Pal de mil en el club
De este lau' estamos top
Como yo no existen dos
De cherry, la lollipop
Pal de mil en el club
De este lau' estamos top
Como yo
Shooter holding my pistol as I
Switch lanes in that Audi
Tennis shoes my choices ain't shit
Changed but my bottom
Ain't shit lame 'bout my partners
I pulled up to the club
Cause I'm rollin up on fo' flickers
Peanut-butter interior, black body
And in case you didn't know, I be the Twista
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