Lyrics:
Ever since she tripped (uh), I went on one (on one)
Stepped in the club, caught me a home run
Baby was bad and all, she said, "Gimme a call"
I wanted
Black bottles bad bitches by the pool
Fresh white Tee Lou Vuitton Boat Shoes
Yacht Club bucket on I’m so old school
Invicta Be the Watch you hating
bitch, I can't stop
You can't stop me, so, bitch, don't try
We TRU soldiers, and we don't die
We keep rollin', na-na na-na na
All aboard, it's like
is funny when you're messing with my money
Yo people tell me this: "Yo Dre you must stop him"
But with no frills, so I just drop him
Continue with
Pullin' up to the club
Six coke dealers in my truck
Slidin' to the v.i room
Hypnotik is in my cup
Then I felt someone grab me
And say
don't Drink but I brought rounds in the club
I'm infatuated by that ass I'm in Love
She wanna see boss niggas do boss things
I wanna see all those moves
another middle
Finger to the douchebags
And a fucking tag problem, uh
Okay I got it this
Is something worth solving, uh
But if you’re looking at me
I can’t
Ooh wee!
Guess who?
It's Kellz and Nelly!
Nelly you ready?
(Uh huh)
Y'all ready?
(Uh huh)
OK, let's go
[Chorus:]
Pull up to the club
nervous, jittery
Can't stare me in the eyes can ya?
Real recognize real
You can't deceive a gangster
Short Dawg, Petey Pab'
What was y'all thankin?
I know
Yeah, yeah woah
Last call, damn, it's gettin' late
Ain't no need to stop, baby
See you gettin' cake
Put it all on me, take it to the low
Where'd you
By the back of the bar
And then you promised
That you would make me a star
Ignition of passion so unexpected
Making music for the heartbroken
to spill
I give off the impression it's no thing for us to kill
Around the way with, street corner game, Pat Sajak
Got kids to feed, you can't stop
with it by default
You tell me you're leaving again
cnd I think to myself
If you put love in a blender
What would you mix it with?
When you put love
Hook:
Chop off the top got me living relentless, let her go I can't act like I miss her
Slide down the ave I hop out take a picture, just gelato
all your clothes (Eh)
Angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
Stop! Mix a little bit of (Ah, ah)
With a little bit of (Ah, ah)
Let it just fall
Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g
I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak
I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak
me set up a goldmine
We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps
Hangin' from our back pockets miraculous money nigga
Can't stop at Sherlock Holmes
a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)
And the Pope can't save your soul,
hair
Then dance by without a care
I can't stop moving
I think this kick juiced in
Am I switching my words
This gets too confusing
Just dance til your
a love-love-love
A love like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your bitch in the club like this
Seven zeros, need my pub like this
Stuck in
(Drums please)
(CoCa, uh)
(Yeah, I know it)
(Aces)
(We that) (we live)
(Don't stop though) (Magic City)
(AOD)
(Don't stop though) (we live)
game prober body of a godest
she da baddest can't stop her blame it on da liquor
like da homie jamie foxx round 1 round 2 like we boxers
now she up in my
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