Lyrics:
Kite Lyfe the right life
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Baby can I fuck you to this club song
She say it an't gotta be no love song
We gettin
chitchat goes
Shout out drake I used your flow
I like to eat tik tacs whole
I like to play tic-tac-toe
Look
123 Then it started
12 Step in the club then
You talk tough if you want
Blood hounds turn you into bones, yeah
You must not understand, are you high?
Everybody eats on this side
So you sneak
My niggas snuck
Guns into the party
I can't make love
To just anybody
I'm in the club
Looking for me shorty
Cops want me dead
Cause I'm a minority
My
Everybody in the club shaking everybody in the clubs watching everybody in the club tipping
We like those
We want those
Goodius in the club drunk
I'm about to leave the club
Bitches wanna go, they sending nudes on air Drop
Quick stop, I'm going to the candy Shop
Stop
They wanna eat candy so they
can only win
By not playing
We will break your rules, your system
And your beliefs
When it's all said and done
I'll welcome you to the club
The one
keep a tec , this not no Nike tech
Yeah
Chilling with the gang and we sipping Molly water
Said you going hard but we going harder
Hit the club n make it
no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow
y'all know y'all can't buy shit
See me in the club trying to impress this, heh
Ain't got no dough
I'm through with standing in line
To clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned
I'm through with standing in line
To clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned
to eat,
But check ya rear view mirror,
I swear somebody's following,
Rollin in that dark blue,
SS Impala and,
All up on tha bumpa,
Man I'm just sayin,
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, than you make your own rules
Poor fool, streets
the club wearing superstar clothes
Feelin? like money 'cause I collect dough
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Who's got Patron and Henny?
I been sippin? on Cavalli
I'll never beat it
Satisfaction guaranteed it, twice as hard if you eat it
My style's comedic, but in the bed ain't nuttin funny
I'm bustin your
Intro - R. Kelly + (Nick Cannon)]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kels!)
(We in the club singing this for money, ha!)
on the side
So for every bitch I got, she got a bitch on the side
Pimp all day I even pimp in my sleep
When I wake up I smoke a blunt before I eat
Ho
Yeah, I got that pussy bouncing back
Sheesh, that ass fat
Girl, I can tell you 'bout the racks
Boutta pull up with yo bitches to the club that's
Cannibal Eat the kids baby gobble gobble
Bankroll full of dubs baby we can talk about it
Put lil mami inna club test if baby really bout it
Have her picked
to the west where it ain't Chilly
We gone stay sauced up even when We sixty
Got too much juice but it ain't simply
We only eat at fancy places cause we Really
(Why your face so ugly?)
Like Club God say, throw that ass, poke it out
I ain't gay, but I'll let a bitch eat me out, yeah
Bad bitch, and my
Shawty be hitting me up
Asking what's up what's going on now
Baby meet me in the club this is Brazilian funk ooh yeah
Shawty be hitting me up
Asking
hurt
I'mma get it to the dessert
Eat her up like dessert
Heard that you been a bad bitch I did my research
Girl, you know it,
You sexy, love how
two weeks to record with J Dilla.
I be standing at the Atheneum, and then, you know, he'd come scoop me up; he had a Range.
We'd either eat, we'd
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