Lyrics:
clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming pubs
We're looking for you
You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
And what he has become
in my hood were killed
Thinking why I got a 9 in my pocket for real? (listen)
It's gotta be a better life than this
I mean kids shouldn't have to go
girl
No white girl cause
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh,
Exactly what I do the world calls me Q
But my letter don't work unless
It's followed by a "U"
You, will never find love in the club
No, neither will I too
pop that tongue bitch
This whole club is my runway, run bitch
Y'all five, four, three, twos, I'm a one bitch
Girl, what did that girl just say,
jacket with lights in the back of it
Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo
I'm 2004 beyond the average club music
Uh huh, uh huh, Absolut in the house
Now, I’m a start it off
First by pouring a drink
It’s your boy Money-B, yeah
I’m fucking with Binc we getting
shawty wanna have fun girl your in love meet at da
bar bar tent gettin poured up
She on trone I'm so rockin with so nuff now my head
is spining doing
bumpin' in the clubs
Can we get freaky tonight, sho' 'em love
Puff and J-Dub (uh-huh)
Platinum stats (yeah), plush oriental rugs, and platinum plaques
freaky by the tiki on the beach
Uh, but you should do know
That you never should've done me wrong
Now I'm in the club
Singing David Guetta girl the 'Love
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
two white girls, think I oughta have a curl in return of the mack, my nigga
It's the return of the 'Lac
Riding on so many horses they think I'm
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
merried
The party's in the parking lot, loomin the mac world
Sobered up and noticed I was stroken on a fat girl!
Ohh ohh no no sin the clubs please say
on site (it was the)
Young boy with the good smile
Who sat in his white van all day
Feet up on the dashboard
Smoking and texting the girls he'd met
See that black boy over there, runnin' scared
His ol' man's in a bottle.
He done quit his 9 to 5 to drink full time
So now he's livin' in
to rhyme
Been on parole since '94, 'cause I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did a three-to-nine
The D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin'
a covenant, ride for my Slimes
Ice keep on coming in, AP I slide
I came up struggling, fire in my eyes
Now that I'm eating, they slide to my side
Now that I'm
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
to the club like I'm Gromit
Shawty she kissing my neck, got me solid
If bro see your AP, he'll probably rob it
She think that I'm bricked, that's a band in my
what you gon do
Ay girl
'Cause the liquors talking
Plus I know your ready by
The way you take it off and ohh
Ay girl
I'm just stuck on your features
Ay
a limousine
Yung Gunna gunna on the scene
JimBo Let's go!
We don't take the bus we buss down AP's
Nutted in her I don't want no ba-by
Stack it up mama I buying
it
Bro got cheated on by that bitch yeah she a groupie
Nah for real that girl a thottie the whole city knew it
I'm off the remy - booted up
Walk in
for self
Catch me in the 'rarri by my self
Dare just buy my low leaf fuck your health
(yeah)
Nigga turna, nigga turna, nigga turn up!
Nigga widda blue
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