Lyrics:
friends for so long bruh
That's why I used to sneak you in the club bruh
Just for that reason right there bruh
Aight bruh, let me just freestyle some
on you
Pop you a pill, call up your bitches, have 'em waitin' on you
Go to the club, have you some fun, make that ass bounce
It's whatever, just make it
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live
baby,
That make the world go round.
And if you've been doin' lovin' with me,
Layin' all my troubles down,
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me.
Here
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without
stuffed and LaFlare, we bust at everybody
At Club Crucial, these hood bitches, they love Crucial (wow)
That's my young shooter, recruit him to send some
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
go out walking
I end up on a tree-lined street
I look up at the gaps of sunlight
I miss you more than anything
I don't need the world to see
(that's right!)
Put it down for the streets (that's right!)
[Chorus]
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass
up on the streets of gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side
The club Queen heard her husband's call
But Lord that Queen of Diamond's joy
When
, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money
Take the good with the bad, in the club blowin' your last
Ballin' like I violated,
cans, sleepin' in the street
See that baby, moping in the kitty
To make ends meet
It's a damn disgrace on the face of America
Hungry people
Let the time go by
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live
People stop and stare
They don't bother me
For there's no where
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
up, baby
Promote this bitch, baby, I need that lil' money, please
It's goin' down, in stores now, we got Lil Wyte, "Phinally Phamous"
Go get that
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinkin' club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit
That's
to say but it's okay
Good morning, good morning
Going to work don't want to go feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
down and sleep, Earl
Ain't it dark wrapped up in that tarp, Earl
The cops came by to bring Earl in
They searched the house high and low
Then they
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
Aw, man, yeah
You ever be in the club, man
You get in a fight
People that you don't even know jump in?
You feel like you wanna hit somethin',
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