Lyrics:
mind
And I go to see my friend's band
Every once in a while
At the cannibal club cannibal club
Follow that sound let's go down
To the cannibal club
sellin' crack be
Say what up to my neighbourhood dealers
Niggas rollin' cee-lo, local car stealers
Narcs cruisin' by
They wanna lock us on the way
No eye
take one time for my nigga pull up with the choppas
And a hundred round drum
Cut 'em off one time and they gone (Nawfside)
What type of shit that you
take one time for my nigga pull up with the choppas
And a hundred round drum
Cut 'em off one time and they gone (Nawfside)
What type of shit that you
reach my telephone
Out in the club
And I'm sippin that bubb
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Lose your mind.
Lose it now.
Lose your clothes
In
extending my
Hand that boy's a rat
And I don't party in them
Clubs where informants at
Cause they watching, and the listening
And they plotting with they
sum
Peep ya staring my way
Though you playing it off
By the end of the night
You gone be in my arms
So many bad shawty's
Walking up in the club
Throw
back up in the club
Because you sippin on that Henny and
My bitch will get the semi
And you fuck with me I'm gon' let it off
I go off! Off in this bitch
ready for the set weights by the ton (ton ton ton ton ton ton ton)
Bass lines and ass
Anything fast
Humpin' on my leg
Yo, mind my fuckin' glass
I am, I run this fucking club
(Club-a-dub-dub-dub club-a-dub-a-club-a-lub)
Bass lines and ass
Anything fast
Humpin' on my leg
Yo, mind my fuckin'
the sky
We got the dancefloor crazy
Got the club on fire
I like the way you dance
You got me in a trance
My baby she don't mind at all
Girl I got you so
I wanna stack me some racks
Can't get my mind off the hundreds
Can't get my mind off the hustle
Dollars ain't waiting for nothing
I wanna stack me
niggaz to pass the time, coming off the mind or the brain
Can't maintain I'm type strange
And ill, in the mind of Wiseguy, that's right
I'm the baddest
somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga,
somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga,
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home, girl, I don't mind
The ballers in
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home, girl, I don't mind
The ballers in
it, bust the club
And there's nothing you can do to hold 'em off
And when the beautiful women be showing off
We're 'bout to cause a riot in this
thinkin' 'bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind? (DJ Khaled!)
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
I'm
If I die tonight I die with you
I was in the club
Where were you
My mind was on titties
But my heart was in the DJ booth
Played girls girls girls by
time
Tell the dj take it slow
So I can see what's on ya mind
I can tell by the way you movin
That you feeling my vibe
I like the way you grinding on me
Trapped inside my mind
I know the feeling
The feeling's nothing new
No air inside my lungs
Maybe I'm weightless
The ceiling, I'll push through
you need to stop it"
Punk bootleggers man they fuckin' off my profit
Dip up in the club and she eye ballin' me
Remind me of the breezy from
as she making me filthy rich
[Don P]
Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer
Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie
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