Lyrics:
to talk (yeah)
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Tanita Tikaram, dawno już nie byłem sober
Zobaczyłbyś diabła, jakbyś widział mnie na bombie (what?)
Ay, catch me in a club
(bam, bam, bam, bam)
Bro, remember when one-sixty on a jigsaw (yeah)
Sixteen with Jadakiss in that strip club (DBE)
Didn't bring friends to mummy's
the coast was clear and she'd
Ask me to come out
I'd say "hey girl, come on right around"
So she knocked at the door
I was standing with the keys in my
Hand
can't complain ey
Fendi Louis Gucci Prada
Dat is de drippas ben in Club BLU
Zij wil mij voor die bands die ik heb
Maar ik wijs haar af want ik ben geen
pretty boy handsome
Pulled off of the club, in a drop top phantom
360 bands as the roof panoramic
360 bands, oh yes I'm so dynamic
500 trap bunking like
the feds then I'm takin off fast
All black attire when I'm breaking the laws
Gyally see me in the club and back it up on me
Never asked for a dance but
Gegner
Das Prinzip meiner Promo: „Im Feed keine Fotos“
S-C, bleibe low-key, Bitch, ich bin in meinem Modus
Jungs aus unseren Kreisen siehst du höchstens
an apartment in the Maldives
With a balcony overlooking the sea
Range or Lambo and a sick M3
All part, took three keys so yo'
Did you get get that one?
hoog
Ik ben een sukkel, ben met vier, vijf ho's
Gang is te lit en dat ziet zij ook
Ik heb de keys to the crib, let's go
Ik zeg ze hoe die libie is
don't throw away dough on no facials
Yeah I make rolls of my pennies, I even pay folks
In clubs out this case full of pesos I lug
(Bro, get 'em
city talking our slang
Passa la dank, we got the flamme might as well flip 'em a couple of xans
I need a thot, I need a raise, gimme the keys, gimme
drumming and drumming
Geronimo back
Sitting Bull back
Crazy Horse back
Pontiac back
Low key ain't me
Let the hair free
'Cause I didn't choose my
foreigners
Helicopter to the show, fly by traffic
Say you've got keys, think you're like Khaled
Think you're stunting on me, what, with my balance?
Bro
at least a sharp blade
Cause kids be playing more games than an arcade
And I am not afraid I will shoot you dead
There's more snakes in this club than
was drinkin' with my friends
You can call the bartender and ask'em in my defense
You ask'em what club what time was it
And all he had to say was ugh
This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs
And for the chicks thinkin they cute without mustard
Shaolin... "makin money"
Niggaz in
sipping liquor in pajamas
Not old enough to rock clubs, but still do
Will soul provide
I gotta ill crew
And best believe they with me in the city like
side, I know your high or
I know you came to the club, to not die
All my niggaz in the center, I came to enter
In the, middle of your brain cell, it's
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
You know I party with savages
In the club and I rass up the cannabis
Rass and rass and rass and rass 'em
I
my cheese up quick and kick the back with a shroom
'Cause we don't love them hoes and
A bitch ain't worth a shit with no gold
So I hit the club
the club at one or two and hit your celly
You just smoking at the crib watching Belly
What's good with the mood?
Other girls jealous hail a cab off
changed
Now, I'm poppin bottles
Cosmo cocktails, topless models
V.I.P. cats, club gustapos
Flow hot as charcoals,
we got those you know?!
I've been around
en club c'est le minimum
Avant le concert je mange dans ma loge
Et quand j'regarde un match au Parc je mange dans ma loge
On arrive en "i" les roues
with it!
Friday night he hits the clubs
With cash in his pockets lookin for love
Scans the room for a friendly face
A chance to show off his style
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