Lyrics:
up ma bod
And I got no social club, it’s only my girl I call “dawg”
People pleasing, so firefly I get why you go missing
Whenever a light brighter than
is Good Music
One time gangsters
One time for the players
Real homies never change
In Jesus name
feel my pain
Know the game
Play by the rules
Player's
up on the ground
Then we'd watch a couple movies 'til we're sleeping on my couch
Man I miss that
'Cus I was done with the clubs
Done with the girls
with me Got a flaw.
Came a long way from work up in my jaw.
Shut down the club. Worked a nigga jaw.
I then paid dues what its finna cost?
Fuck it’s finna
to the girls in the clubs getting pay outs
a let me tell you theres a way out
and you know the kid wouldn’t lie to ya
cause Im all for the bread like a pie
grown
You know I'm rare as cooked steak, Kobe
Tossing all your raps in the trash, Kobe
Jedi Master in the house Obi Wan Ke, Nobi
And when your girl see
Like He did in calvary
I cannot be bought
By materials
Or a salary
Got to stop this Hennessy
All it does
Is mess with me
He took down
My enemies
So
and groove with me, this is your invitation.
In the club and I feel the heat, nice girls by the side of me
I see, which one will be single and free
So I
phone on a hundred and you headed to the club
Like a golfer with some grub girls not talking to scrubs so
Tell em move along dishwasher
All my friends
Yeah
Need you to get freaky for me
Get down, come around, baby girl
I could teach you something
Pants down, hands down
That's the times that I
to impress the sistren
The hottest fashion, tonight in the club
Supreme's hated with a passion by the government thugs
[Chorus]
Do the revolutionary step
girls who graduated school eeh
Never follow but they set the rules eeh
Spend more time in the office than on Instagram eeh
Their bodies not the reason why
cash when you go to the club and you get in for free
Then (let me see you put em up, put 'em up for me)
If you makin' money with class and you win
those yearly stories
I'm in da club and no where near da fourties
Then I'm at my house throwin those crazy after parties
Maybe I'm still a youngsta but
just right now
I wanna hold you in my arms
And squeeze you so tightly
Oh, Caroline, I wanna do it to you rightly
Takin' you by the hand through the night
dream, dream, yea, yea
That it's just a bad dream, dream, dream, yea, yea
How do I tell my homies
When they askin' why I'm all up in the club like
It was all right there in front me
While on a club kid's high
On old folder labeled photography
With naked photos inside
Acting as if it were not
Passed out layin' in a strip club parking lot
Missing my shoes and my shirt
Woke up face down, empty bottles all around
And why the hell does my head
Stepped into the club, i knew something was wrong
Everybody was stading by the wall
So i stepped up to the dj and told him
You gotta put some shit
my family
Hey y'all I made it
Hola my troll and my angel
Miss everything, my perfect girl
On top of the clubs
Just throw your hands up
All brought
ooh
Where she stops nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh
Soon as she gets on the floor
Everyone in here is a magnet
So attractive
'Cause she stacked
No
been
Because of the state of mind I'm in
There's a million places I swore I would be by now
Radio songs all sound the same
I almost played in
Selective memory conveniently drops by
When you're up in the club and some girls caught your eye
What you don't think I hear rumors?
My friends don't
Remember those dark nights down Brickfield
Never a blade in sight
Brickfield Nights
No youth club, no coffee bar
Saturday was the local
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