Lyrics:
are drinking duff
mixing rum and henny in the cup,that don by the bar yh he’s drunk
Turn up to the club with a couple plus ones , just me and a few
dey by
From club to club doings geh level
God first buh different level different devil
Mum told me work hard and shame the devil
Noro by ur monster
joined the club yet, try as I might
I made it to 27, I'm still sick inside
Haven't surrendered but I thought that I might once or twice
I turned to myself,
to Hotpot got beef on the furnace
Came out a club but a lion emerges
When I walk by, they just clutch on they purses
Got so much ice that I keep in
All I want to do, is laugh and get high (uh huh)
Dance in the club, fine bitch by my side (uh huh)
Question of the day, which strain I decide (uh
a lil nigga just feenin for more
Been too turnt up in this club
Leave by three I could hit it past four
Way you pushing up that body on me it's like we
I'm chillin' I'm trynna relax
Up in Japan yeah I'm eating some miso
She gonna bother me up in the club
She a bad lil bitch, still put her on b-roll
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
wet (yeah)
I drop the whip at the Valet (yeah)
I took a dose and I got buck (yeah)
Got in the club with a few bucks (yeah)
I brought a goon
M-O-N-O-X-I-D-E, when a disaster strikes, it looks just like me
A wild germ set loose, I'm abused by most
I'm a plague that will wipe out most of the east coast
Ladies and gentlemen
Back by popular demand
We got cool G Rap and Polo
Singin it is now
Rhyme Tyme
I be funky to a junkie cause
my side
I gotta have you around, right here by my side
So where's my moonshine
'Cause I'll be all up in the club with you yeah
So where's my
my side
I gotta have you around, right here by my side
So where's my moonshine
'Cause I'll be all up in the club with you yeah
So where's my
was a big fan
But the first thing you said when you saw me is
"Can I get a pic for the gram?""
I was like "Nah, sorry man"
I only socialize with
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
[Hook: R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way
can go b**** for b****, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
[R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While
The things that you can't say
Can't write like my pen do
They stare at my nest egg
I bury my gold tooth
I come to console you
Club lit up like grow rooms
I can see it in the way
That you are the painted
Flowers in the big parade
Flowers in the big parade
Deep inside your heart
Staring at the sky
to slappin harder
Not by your favorite rapper, producer, not even Shawn Carter
Has touched it. Though many have tried
And it bangs, as long as you are alive
head straight and make a nigga swallow pride
Cuz you know I got niggas out lookin for my demise
Next to a strong man is a stronger woman by his side
Hop
Pretty girl look at you
Everybody look at you
Everybody want bang you
But they know well it's my bendo
And that gyal inside ain't my friend hoe
They
inside chaotic violence
That the body can not handle
And people start to notice
Next thing you know it's questions you can't run like you's a tortoise
But
a pretty girl by herself and lost in the function
Don't know if it'll work or I'm buggin at least it's something
So I started walking, DJ was playing Marvin
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