Lyrics:
everybody that came before
Put the world on the wishlist
So everyday could be Christmas
The 25th is too far
Many thick girls in this club on the Saturday
right, and we gon' get it on tonight
Now I got a girl my ex started calling my phone
She wanna sip she also wanna holla and moan
I seen her at the club
and gin
we found a spot in the cut
baby girl with the jeans got a gang of butt (god damn)
so she gets the thumbs up
no doubt that she's checkin me out
but
sex with me
Look I keep a froze wrist, you could believe that
Girls stop in they tracks, like we playing freeze tag
And Redd don't deal with em, if
the shit, but I got more in my mind!
If you heard that green and yellow cd
You bout love a lil nigga!
You a girl, in this thug world
You might wanna fuck
You ain't even in the Prem yet
Thirty bottles in the club, I know, what a waste
Said she got a man but they're on a break
Man know how I operate
a Kegger I was coolin' with Webster,
Puffin' mella underneath an umbrella,
Surrounded by some imports and people drinking Stella
But what was in my hand did
Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
All through their high school days
Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA
After
flirt a little bit, and make him think you feelin' him
Then smile at him, wink your eyes and make him think he gettin some
Before he know you by the door,
gon love ya, fuckin haters
She still by my side she say she can't stand lames
She say her pussy ain't for sell you can keep the change
As far as I can
squeeze it
I'm cold in the club, got your bitch shiverin'
Stole your hoe like the goddamn a Bling Ring
Backpack full of that loot
I'm so petty, I'ma
Uh, that's right
Uh, know what it is
I remember mix-tape exclusive, no-name producers
You wasn't hot till you sold by all boosters
Run up in
the club I been workin too hard
Finna show em how to do it like I brought a cue card
Girl the way ya shake ya body really is a true art
If you throw it imma
I'm the funner,
Day runner,
All Summer, dressed in all black,
Or I mix that,
Mix matched, flashing flagrant i might pull up with the fuchsia
She
and spittin shit that’s sick and lit precision hit with every track and all the girls they throw it back up In the club up in the crib I get some love and live
With her fashion nova dress, but her flow real expensive
Ma' I wanna hit that, I wanna see you
In the middle of the club lettin that weight drop
to defend the pranda
the girls wanna be all around us
Got to stay normal, be in my oral
Chasing the euors and the dollar
Put the money under the cover
Take
when she step in
She see me 2 steppin
She walkin round the club
Use her eyes like a weapon
& she
Aimin at me
Baby what it do?
What you drinkin
Baby let
west florida
It get warm like south west florida
You need to stay up off them streets or u can slide to vandy
When i’m in the club im always keeping
Take her out the Earth she in Mercury
Winter time bur I don’t cur, I rock Burberry
Cuttin up the white like its surgery
She my baby girl, I ain’t
Santa baby
Just slip a vaccine under the tree
For me
I’ve been an awful sad girl
Santa baby
Bring us that vaccine
And hurry down the chimney tonight
Walk in the club and eye an weapon, she that light skinned babe
She clocked the trim - I'm always pulling with that high skin fade
I'm starting early,
the team
Huh? I just don't get it
Shrug my shoulder, like 'oh well' with it
Finna hit the club, receive love when I'm in it
When I hit the floor, I bet
in Sarnia
Neil Armstrong bitch, yeah we fuck with Tania
We visit all the clubs cause we have insomnia
Motherfuckers taking drugs like they on a mission
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