Lyrics:
Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this, nigga
I'm hearin' these niggas in the club, niggas soundin' like you, nigga
Bitin'
dress on
Just hold on tight, girl coming back for more
Want you just by my side
Tell me do you feel the vibe
Thinkin bout us all the time
Don't let me
used to call home sweet home
My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through
And said
the girls on the flo'
They just left the Bellagio
They heard we' in the honeycomb
Now they want the Mardi Gras yeah
It’s a party y’all, everybody in here
Done
(Ayy)
Pull a drive by in a coupe
And wet a nigga up (Skrrt)
She said she never met a
Nigga fresh as me bruh
Told the come here, sit here next to me girl
she could to cheer us up
Leona said we could go in for free
Leona was so pretty indeed
infected by Madonna she was nr. one
haven't met a girl
shovin'
And the girls who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time, you can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
I'm working the 9-5
Yea yea
Gotta go and pick my girl up
To take her home
Get ready
And go out to the club
Yea yea
Yea we on our grown ish
When we pull
this fly
The type to change because of fame, I'm just not that guy
Still sippin' on my 40 when the cops drove by
When I go, gotta tell my girl
She made it rain for a thousand dollars
That's a lot of ones
Yeah
We in the club cutting up
We done popped about a hundred bottles
Whole lot
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty
Dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country,
Breakin' free from the 9 to 5,
Pack my bags, it's time to feel alive.
(Yeah, time to feel alive!)
Hit the road with my girls by my side,
Windows
her a picture, I said "baby, this him"
Heard from his shorty that he like his girls slim
So when we go in, baby; go sit by him
Now we in the club, they
Sex me sex back it up on me sex me sex back back back back it up on me
Showing off in Blue Flame throwing money cause it aint a thing g string dem
Sydney to his club and feels free
They close the bar, he finds his car and then goes home to sleep
And his wife has been with Rosie, in the parlour where
One night I went to Soho - in search for a certain club
All dressed up I would go - spend some time in a fancy club
Walking down the street - two
bucked wild in the club that's how we be
all you gang niggas throw them thangs and show them teeth
its on
{Baby}
niggas be sizin niggas
a donkey jawbone
The same jawbone, I used to make microphone
The same microphone I use in New Jerusalem
To tell E.T. MC's they gotta phone home
Girl I
mama by herself dancing all in the cut
Girl you so dope plug me with your supplier
Connected to Source she gets it from Higher Powers
Then it starts
winobill
Check the back of the Houston tax package dats
Sucka's want to step up you rap your girl's ???
I'm in here with wack MC's in the atmosphere
You say you got a girl
Then how you want me?
How you want me when you got a girl?
The feelin' is wreckless
Of knowin' it's selfish
Knowin' I'm
Well, I rolled into town
With the rag-top down
I was looking for that homecoming queen
That three-by-nine lit hotel sign read
Welcome back, class
strip dancer that you met in a club
(chorus)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though
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