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off
Is making music that doesn't appeal to the masses
The only way that I could get props
Am I discredited by my success
Or all these sexy women getting

girls in their tight shorts

In Malecon see me cruising to go to the club
And sudedly i spot some chicks who are hot
I stop and tell them yeah to hop in

Strange night drained
Corporate club scene
Fashion is fascism 
(Doesn’t seem to cease)
Liquor behind bars
Cops in cars
Like cigarette stores
(Doesn’t

They tryna execute my vision, I'm just executing my vision

Rub-a-dub, fucky in the club with your headphones
Bored muthafucker in the bath with

Where all my broke college kids at
We in that maxed out credit card club
You know who I'm talking to
That's that stuff they never taught us in school

By bad bitches in the club
Man we throwing hundreds out
Ain't throwing out no dubs
Yea I got that money
When you see me come around
All this ice on me

vault
Walk in the club & let money talk
How do that nigga make money from trappin’ and gamblin’ on golf
If he look wrong get his head chalked
Im trying

Sam can't
Touch him Huh!, this that drug Talking plug walking hundred
Shots Young Dolph in
Radric Davis Snowman shit that
Get the club jumping, car

up ma bod
And I got no social club, it’s only my girl I call “dawg”
People pleasing, so firefly I get why you go missing
Whenever a light brighter than

all my teenage fears
Lit a cigarette got drunk yeah I had my fun
Young kiddo getting high by the corner shop
Remember days at the club when we weren't

a first born (yeah)
She hit the strip club, twerk for it
Countin' all that money, fuck a workforce
She gon' get it on her own
I ain't judging girl you grown

Imagine a dirty club down in night city, smash is handing around among shaggy chromers
Pure aggression in their faces combined with the wish to kill

spoken, we know that by now
Mentally broken, but manage somehow
Your saddest feelings, which I can't allow
To take you all over, like 'oh my god, WOW!'

It's J.X.O., oh
Met this boy named Sean, lived by the clubs down in the Grove
He said to keep this on the low but I'm acting up cause he went ghost

don’t know the deal let me get you feeling real
When I take you to the club we’re dancing till we’re feeling ill
Baby you don’t know the deal let me get

outta the club
Then I realize that the likes and the posts
Ain't the height or the growth
Ima show ya'll sumn
Ima show yaw
Uh, aye!
Ima go hard that's

go
Take a trip baby maybe Chicago
Hit the club see the money that I throw
It mean nothing without you right by though
And you gotta see just how far

anyone wearing yolo snapbacks
Okay this shit is ridiculous
Wheres this coming from
Man the fuck are mcd and kon in the club?
Thought this was the only

to Miami for the album so you know it's poppin
We on the water wildin
Living by the code of silence
She flickin up and all my niggas hiding
Rodney doing 95

lie 
Girl you got me hypnotized 
Cruisin down the 85'
With you right by my side
Baby I can't focus cus I'm really falling for you,Tell me that you

have to leave
Want to hold on
And know that
I'm gonna see you again
Real soon
Ooooo aahhhh
Ooooo aahhhh
Ooooo ooooo
Ooooo ooooo ooooo
Time flew by
When

tell her to scram
The xanny kick going H.A.M. something like Jean-Claude Van Dam
I’m a good guy but good guy overtaken by hood guy
School of hard knocks

disappointment I persevere
Motherfuckers can't wait to tell me gossip
Nowadays that's all I hear
They small things amuse small minds
You in the club man I'm trying

best of luck you don't wanna mess with us
Level up I ate him up
And had lunch at the breakfast club
You envy us Charlemagne the god next to cleanliness