Lyrics:
rubbin?
Love to smile when I see ya, girl I?m high off your loving
Live my life like a dream
Every king needs a queen
Girl my life is a movie
Sippin?
faster than lightnin, come on
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
up in the club with my jewelry,
and soon to be up by the bar cuz its easy, now come with me,
shorty's
enough grip on the club when I hit
the tree route, and my hands are stinging quite badly.
Champion: (Start Grunting)
Donald: The Champion is starting
on some Rossi (Rossi), Jon off Patrón ('trón)
Vip status (status), strapped wit my chrome (chrome)
Look around the club (club), what do I see? (See)
would be a day like this
The orchestra in my mind don't play like this (naw)
But I'm prepared for it
Got a lil rare for it
Brushed off my airs
Even
showers dirty money showers
Turn up n**** you can find us at the club
Popping bands off of the ones
Popping bottles
With some fine ladies
Turning up how we
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
there
Wanna touch my nookie, baby? Touch me right there
Make me lose my mind, baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there
See how
defined
I'll be relevant forever, get it through your mind
Just watch me
[Chorus]
(I see you)
Two steppin' in the club
With my L in the air
claim
I just wanna know her name and her mind frame
She my hot thing, where the tie live
She actin' independent, but she wanna sign a deal
Say she from
your hands to it
Go ahead call the cops, come on
Girl what's it gonna take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start
talkin' crazy at that face off
In the back of my mind I was like
"I hope he fight" i told that nigga
"Lower ya tone watch what you say
Or I'ma let it sing"
(yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
(Ah,
know I'm down what my nigga Mike C
So you bounce that ass cause you think it's likely
That you'll be takin' back to where we breakin
Hoes off clothes off
on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
Now
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash
pay the DJ to play my shit
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
With the bull pimp cup man I'm sloppy drunk
I don't broke into club it's
pay the DJ to play my shit
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
With the bull pimp cup man I'm sloppy drunk
I don't broke into club it's
the fast lane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash
And my next piece of ass, so fuck 'em all!
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your
ain't old
We thug clubs gettin' them hoes drunk
My home wished that in the air
We got them things in somethin' pop off
With the crew we finish them
I
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
off white
Smoke so much the inside of
My car need fog lights
Clags of smoke coming out of
The gat like exhaust pipe
I'll let the gun shoot and
Open up
(Get freaky)
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way shes windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so freaky
is how we go
Have you ever felt this so amazing?
Dancing in the club with all my girls
Get down, get down it's temporary
We're getting off the ordinary
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
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