Lyrics:
wired up
Cooperation with them people got you tied up
Literally tied up, vodka in the cup
Me in the club nigga, turning shit up
I spent a few dollars,
you're slowly dying
'Cause Magic Mike just got your key
That's how you know you fucked up
That's how you know you fucked up
That's how you know you
they got a lot of money but that's not the truth
When I spit you can lock the booth
And throw away the key, what you see here'll shock the youth
'Cause
you had my mind blown, oh, oh
Full of junk at the club on bump like what
I had to have you babe
Saw you outside, passenger side
Cause I let my
Last night I had a fight, after that I grabbed the mic
When the club closed I went home on my granny's bike
People was laughin like "look he just ran
you fay-ay-ay-ade away
Be-be-be-be-bye-bye-bye
Be-be-be-be-bye-bye-bye-bye (goodbye)
Twelve o'clock last night in a club
You an a girl do de
winning in a war after working so damn hard
Sex with you is like when the man at the dealership hands over the keys to my new car
Sex with you is like
You may not know it
But you're in my club
Once you're there
You better beware
Not to spill your cup
You may not know it
But I am so very loyal
You
round the table
We're all 18 and able
Cause you got a 20
And I got a house key
And some warm beer
I've got a simple explanation
It's all the fault,
I'm telling you
Let me give the kids just a little help
Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth
'Cause if it can stop the pain
How the fuck did
off the - ecstasy, ecstasy
Man I wish these playa hatin niggaz'd stop sweatin me
I'm off the - ecstasy, ecstasy
[Hi-C]
I fell into the club, honies
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real [Pharrell] You punks
Friday Night, At the crib
Thinking about the club that we gonna hit
the spot gonna be hot tonight
so I better be looking tight
Grab my coat & my
wit you is like
Winnin' an award
After workin' so damn hard
Sex wit you is like
When the man at the dealership
Hands over the keys to my new car
to flip a quarter key
The rap game is like standin' on a block
Every tape I sell is like a motherfuckin' dime rock
Give me the money so you can keep
you had my mind blown, oh, oh
Full of junk at the club on bump like what
I had to have you babe
Saw you outside, passenger side
Cause I let my
We're goin' out tonight
New shelltones with blue stripes
My braves cap to the side
Painted blue Levi's
The club hop's off at 10
But we won't be there
Gotta keep your heat and cop this valet games
Holla at your nigga trying to make a dollar
In a club more to swallow
Poppin' your collar
Is it the
Mercedes
good minds, get no respect when
Their ass is all hangin' out, playin the bar section
Of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab
I drop
in the China
Club, while you up in Skate Key wit a minor
I know she wit it, I betta brick I could hit it
Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair
you had my mind blown, oh, oh
Full of junk at the club on bump like what
I had to have you babe
Saw you outside, passenger side
Cause I let my
Get off the Benz and them I'm off up in the Jeep
Takin flicks with chicks that look like 'Licia Keys
All of that I'm still missin' one thing
hotel room
Oh Ah oh Ah
Ben in je town met een droptop foreigner
Oh Ah oh Ah
Neem de keys pak je tas (yeah)
Oh Ah oh Ah
Kom niet naar hier schatje
Brown (get it)
Lost the Scat and went and went grabbed it out the impound (nigga)
You ain't never took no car without a key fob (uh-huh)
I'm from
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