Lyrics:
baller kit"
Nine to fives, had me blue collar poppin' it
Now I'm in the club, and look who I get it poppin' with
Me and 'Ye go back like crew cuts
He
Jean
The way we're movin' by the end of the song
They're gonna have to pull the fire, fire alarm
Subliminal, sex
Drippin' in, sweat
I'm losing my,
the heart
Eyes locked on you, we dancing in the dark
We can't let nobody ever break us apart
The club ain't packed but it's a nice scene
Supreme Tee on with
woulda got me a rental
I coulda stunt in the club
I could fuck every ho in the building
I shoulda got me a plaque
I should get me more attention
No,
bought from entertainment
Champaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash
Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass
Grabbed her by the pony
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
the pussy up
Girl why you frontin d
Doin all that runnin
Be yo ass still
Long dick comin
Now ride on the dick like you was dancin in the club
He really
Put my thumb in the butt, make it nasty (ooh)
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper (go)
Fuck me with my
bitches in the club gettin' poured up
My niggas, pour up some more
My bitches, pour up some more
Girl you got a ass
Shake, shake some more
You got that cash
recline
Chanel number 9 got my girl looking fine
She a 10 lik a dime whoah
Beat it from the back I break her spine whoah
Only got one kind whoah
Ap got
Yeah new 50 london, London
When I come up in the club with my nine
I'll be front from the
Hoes with my shine, tell shorty I
Don't do this all
choose
Them dudes who look like they got sugar in they shoes
Girl, that's how you lose
Before you play the game, know the rules
Cause still ain't
stumbling but I think we're still in it
It's a big world, girl, and I can't understand it
We're tiny white specks in a bright blue planet
I was
back up in the club
Because you sippin on that Henny and
My bitch will get the semi
And you fuck with me I'm gon' let it off
I go off! Off in this bitch
the smoke
You got niggas who love you
You got family who hate them
You got places to go
You just stay in that place
You got bitches who cool
You don't play by
Doug E., as me and the boy Kelly
With the suicide doors, fuck 'em all
We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit
my side
I gotta have you around, right here by my side
So where's my moonshine
'Cause I'll be all up in the club with you yeah
So where's my
happen
one night in Manhatten, chillin, buggin
Me and some of the crew went around to this club and
peeped it, scoped it, hope the shit was rockin
Stuns by
my side
I gotta have you around, right here by my side
So where's my moonshine
'Cause I'll be all up in the club with you yeah
So where's my
for nada, I ain't bluffin?
See me in the back of the club, steadily puffin?
In time you will buy me this and that
Meanwhile motherfucker betta holla
there was a power struggle in the girl's club
to decide who decides
who gets to hold their head up high
there was a power struggle in
San Jose, I got a show
Chillin' like a champ with a girl in a limo
There we go again, I got a beep
The girl got nosy beggin' for a peep
Get off me
through Pierre Cardin
My scent is Paco by Rabanne
My hair is in a bun
My holster holds a gun
I filled it from a tap
My tummy sprang a drip
Your water
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
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