Lyrics:
the club its popping
Go take 3 bitches shopping
too cold you gotta watch me
Thuggin got me so cold
Getting to this money got me solo
Back when i was
I told that lil nigga get his pape bigger
Honestly I wont be happy til my name by 8 figures
Got a white bitch name Millie and her last name Richard
nigga
You the type of nigga to have yo bitch say "Leave me alone", nigga
I ain't get no help I got these bands by my lone, nigga
Drop shit, drop shit,
well it's kind of sad
And it's making us Christians mad
If you join the Jesus club I'll be glad
This is the end of my Cypher Verse y'all are sad
(Alright
Uhh, that's right
Uhh, know what it is
I remember mixtape exclusive, no name producers
You wasn't hot til' you sold by all boosters
Run up in
ain't gonna love ya, fuck haters
She still by my side she say she cant stand lames
She say her pussy ain't for sell you can keep the change
As far as I
Take it back ta like motherfucking eighties and shit (we love, you)
My first love was a deuce-deuce, nice and slim
Tucked in my Chucker boots,
ass jumping like Da Carter
Shake it like dawg, when (it) they take bath
N she aint taking no advice, she only takin cash
I can't judge you mama, go
ass jumping like Da Carter
Shake it like dawg, it they take bath
N she aint taking no advice, she only takin cash
I can't judge you mama, go and get dat
I came with no intention of chasing mermaids
But that’s exactly what I’m doing
I saw the first one when I arrived
She was reading by the shore
Since
to better myself but yet I refuse to budge
Life of the party but I hate the club
If I had choice I rather make money before making love
Can take it with you
Lips can't speak, ears can't hear, you're the only thing that's in my head
Time slows down, think I like what I found, all the heads turn when he
locking in
Bitch in my prime and transforming like im- too obvious
Got illest product the only problem the marketing
And all my peers is incompetent you
thrown on my name
A hunter like H know I'm the game
I'm in it for the love not for the fame
No excuses only you to blame
Janga et BDK c'est back to back
And she like, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
And she like, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
We ain't leave the club until like three some
Came in by myself and left
And the shoes Jimmy Choo and her ass brand new
She in a class by herself only one in the room (one of one)
They bring the ones in the plastic
She got a tattoo
lights
Busy streets and fancy cars
Booze and drugs and all the clubs
Everyone's a shining star.
Was so inviting to my eyes
That I can only be
kitchen
Talk tough I call ya bluff
Den watch you fall from a distance
Catch you slippin in the club
We gon bump In da building
Deez Niggaz pussy like
the club and forget about social distancing/
But I'ma use the time and choose to rhyme about what's real/
If I say somethin' ill that you dont like, fuck how
of nigga known for never being a customer but he’ll serve it to a customer and he only sip mud so that’s what’s in his cup mixed with the purple stuff
record they get me on
I'm a man of balance it's only right I get left alone
I reconcile with my father over some good food
He told me nothing could travel
but
Really that's another note
And all these haters they can suck my dick
'Cause honestly that's the only
Way you'll ever succeed
Got what you need
in pubs
Tryin' to be loved
I'm 30 mill and a fan club
What you got signed for
I spent on some rugs
DVD's and TV's and that's just in the car
makes you blind
I'm watching baywatch, nowadays based bots
The booty ain't from Squatch, nowadays paid by
Every bitch in the club got the same box
NPC
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