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late
Bringing the demon right outta me
Trying to save but girl it's too late
I'm a Shakespearean tragedy
One, two, talk to your bitch and I sneak in her

I'm feeling like Fifty
No window shopping
Brudda you get me
In da club outta control 
Hate it or love it 
I'm a hustla for sho
Hustlers ambition 
I

the strip club for the wings I ain't trynna get a dance
These ain't Levi's these amiris that's four figures on my pants
Yo bitch be all up in my dms, she

Verse 1
It don’t take a rocket science to see I’m getting money 
I rock the freshest clothing line, it show ain’t tommy 
I got your bitch (girl) in

No not all, not not at all
No not at all, too many drinks in the club, call
I was the one, involved
All I can take

No not at all, too many drinks in

What's Your Flava

Disney

Disney Girl Summer Disco

2004

girl in a club
Went by the name of pecan deluxe
This ice cream was high maintenance
When I took her out 
Nearly cost me twenty bucks
Met this chick

Nasty Girl

Too Phat

360° [Platinum Edition]

thing up
Yo I'm gon' hit it


Verse 2
Now it's bout time
We bring you a club banger
Show you how to party
In a hip-hop manner
Call me hip-hop santa
Come

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

fine sexy I like it
Let's hit the club body dancing Like micheal
This a letter to my queen not just anybody
A letter to my angel hello pretty mammy
Girl

fingers up we don't give a fuck
Me and my girls
In the club yea yea we lit as fuck
You said you were coming by later
Well later got later and later
And my

Chevy, what he on? Coke
Streets talk and they call it word-to-mouth
Whole hood know what you murdered by
Strip club poppin' but it ain't safe
Niggas tell

the air (in the air)
Roll a joint, put your hands in the air (in the air)

You don't gotta call your girls they right here
You've been workin' out, so

Hit the club, they let us in, gettin' dubs, gettin' wins
Turnin' up, bring yo friends, baby girl, bring yo friends
Cop some new drip, we ain't

yeah yeah
I put my key, you put your feet in
Money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin'
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

My car ride by without

We found love in the club
Yeah In a place where all of the bitches the same and the niggas all fake thugs
Like what's up
Girl what's up
I ain't

bitch though
Right
Used to model out in Vegas
Right
She a city girl freak hoe
Right
I'm here to have a good time
Get lit with my people
Right
She got

call log like "did he call yet?" 
You get your girl for something tight tomorrow 
You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow 
Heartbroken

I coy
You can be a shorty in my ill convoy
Not to come across as a thug or a hood
But hon, you got the goods, like Madelyne Woods
By the way, my

done built this shit, Its brick by brick it's built by brick
Hard-Hard cold life, Still Niggas jealous and they envy Niggas
Don't believe in Niggas, When

call me vonte baby girl now you know better 

Call me Pedro glover I keep lethal weapons 

Act up in the club we send shots to your section 

Act up

Then do better, but I promise no one's like me
Oh oh ohhhh yeah
Oh oh oh yeah
And it's two bad things in the club tonight and they don't wanna be

to something 
When we in the club
Them speakers be hummin

I'm steady just stackin my cash
And I get laid that means I'm in my bag
I had to get it, do work

night, or at home by yourself
But for me, I'd rather watch the British women swimming team
Than sit in a pinkish limousine on my way to a flippin' "Cream"

Even though it's temporary she calls me when she needs love (love)
Not the kinda girl that you'll find all up in the club (club)
Always gets her way