Lyrics:
dues
To the Cancel Culture Club
But please make no mistake
My give-a-shits are wearing thin
Wanna find a way to leave
This backwards country run by "men"
rowdy by sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash deala'
A No Limit ass kicka'
I'm a bad nigga
Fast nigga
Ain't the last nigga
Keep my mind on my money
Call me t-eyes
My country situation
Yeah
I pledge to Nigeria my country
Even tho they don't know me time of hungry
Phone off no light to charge
'Whole house freeze!'
It was a Thursday I stepped to the club, there she was
Draped in a burgundy dress, silhouetted superbly
Curved indeed, she
as a country club lady?
Has your purple turned to navy blue?
Why do I get so sentimental
Talking 'bout the girls we used to be
It's just a thirty-minute drive
Three guys on a scooter
(Three guys on a scooter, three guys on a scooter)
Any chance you're swinging by the country club
Four guys on a scooter
With,
like me now
But I'm getting ready to get down
Getting ready to get down
Getting ready to get down
All the men of the country club, the ladies
soundtrack ever made
They might get you off, but they ain't gonna get you laid
Modern country and gangsta rap
And what's with all this New Age crap?
You got
One, two, three
From the old sod to the new land
We came over by the score
We cut the ties said goodbye
And closed the old world door
We settled
did
Little Joey wasn't so little anymore
When he took his place at the top
Though Lenny was always a bigger money maker
With his All American Club
Yes
5'10, think I'm Ye
Pocket change, make me think I'm paid
Oh well, I guess it ain't hard to say
Fuck it! paid it whole, ain't no layaway
Country club ass,
insomniac
No equality, no homeostasis
They judging by just looking at some goddamn faces
At clubs, drinks with some traces
Getting drugged by each other
not to get laid
All across the country my records gettin played
On radio stations, clubs and on tours
And after every show I make three encores
Sleep
a bag, left the country in a flash
Yea ya boi in CTG, and we repping TG3
Spitting frees in the street
Empanadas on fleek
Getting numbers on the beach
Bad
Since the first time I saw you, I loved the way you used to be
I was always so impressed by the country way you dressed
And you could drink as much
was raised up dirty
Yea you know I was raised up flirty
Yea you know I raised up going to the clubs with them girls so Purdy
Yea I stand by how I was
a catholic school
I'll make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer
Kick
Sitting with you by my side out in Merseyside
And we're out in a place for the two of us
Albert Dock - seagulls singing the sonnet for my love to you
bars, yeah
Pull up at the club and they pulling out their knives
Cause they all already know that I be pull up on their wives, yeah
Hop up on the track
We were far out in the country but it felt like a secret club.
She showed me Taylor Swift, it made everything alright.
The funny thing is there’s no
this country club cutie
Brought her jaguar in
And let me polish her spokes
Reggie, if I get another chance like that
I'm gonna flex my arm or something
You put on your best 'fit to the club tonight
You're tryna find someone to take you home and show you love
If nobody else will, then I will
If
witch'all pencil dicks
Ain't this some shit?
Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch
And leave you
get this dub
We living the life
No country club
Adrenaline let's get this rush
Adrenaline release the clutch
Ay ay
See ya later
Roaming round the town
I
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