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girls on E
So she roll in the club
By the end of the night
She gone she roll with me yeah
Tell 'em that we on the way
That money motivate
Pull up on 'em

Zero four, zero nine, zero four
Eighteen
Not a penny to your name
You bring shame to your family name
But you're alive
Opportunities passed you by

a Porsche)
Yeah I’ll escape from all my problems in a Porsche like it’s a sport (Uh yeh uh)
Swervin, swerving, swervin on the beat
Out the club we dancing

wanna freak
And keep it low
If I let you in don't tell a soul
Baby girl you know my heart is gold
Sticking with the gang I'll never fold
Slide slide if

on the rise like a missle
I got three bad girls in my Impala
Watch me get the party jumping like a moon bounce
Stepping like a game of hopscotch
When she see

the hills
Getting by on weed and pills
Breaking my back to stay ahead just more work until I'm dead
Miss the days when I was young
Punk rock music in

(my team)
Plug front me the bag and I'm serve a couple feigns (yeah yeah)
I was in the club swervin' off the lean
(I was swervin' off)
Girl you broke my

at the strip with no motion, just to stare
Now I'm getting money, hit the clubs, throw it in the air
Yeah, I never been a trick, but spend it to quick, bitch I

surrounded by drugs
Go to the party, I'm posting it up
Back of the club, and I cry like a hoe
And I cry in the dark cause' I'm missing my bro
2018, so close

bitch, your ass is mine (bitch, uh)
You can get away from me offline
But when you walk up in the club, you'll be back in the bind (Flo Milli)
They ain't

her whatever that your nigga can't
She said that I'm different, I'm just real, I guess you niggas ain't
How I'm throwing dubs in the club, can't even

trying not to stress it cause my life's long
Texted my phone damn I miss you
Then we link and have out tapping out in 5 rounds
What I meant by I miss you

a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P) X 2
Verse 1
Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG,

riding around that jazz
Six fifty coupe, so a nigga show my ass
Bad Brazilian bitch, so a nigga pop a tag
I was in the trap, trying to get to the tag

the bottle) (yeah)
Sippin' Louis XIII out the bottle, yeah straight from the bottle

Yeah I drank clear, yeah I drank brown (Brown)
Why you in the club in

her dance
Unh
Moving and twerking, all up in her zone
turn up in the club, when she hear this song
Give her some space, leave the girl alone
She Asking

that panic

cnd you ain't never seen it like I (never), cool club bruh came tonight this fly

We fly, just to get by, get high, with some real guys

Not

It was all a dream, I wanted to make it big
Wanted to freestyle with Pac, or rock a stage with B.I.G
Inspired by Em on Up I'm Smoke; my favourite gig

If we catch heem dissin JMAN then he gettin hollows
Cj so cool in the club I be poppin bottles
All dese m's to my name like I'm with mcdonalds

Let me tell you something you didn't know 
cbout a man I met, yeah, a guy named Lord

He would find the hottest girl in the club 
cnd craft a letter

and they all for me
She gone regret it by tomorrow
But she mine for the night
Ima big dawgg baby
I don't bark and I don't bite
Stick to the Code baby girl

Some fun shit
By a fun bitch

Step in the party
And you know i wake the bodies up
I been going dumb
You know you niggas aint hard enough
Niggas

fuck around take a trip to Jamaica
Think I'm playing, I ain't nothing basic
Think I'm playing?
She caked in my bape drip, bae shit
Tapping that ass

stars like pop tarts they gushy in the middle awww
Must have been a middle child they played you like a fiddle
Daaam only time you standouts by yourself