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your pain
Please accept my apologies
The ones that ever been pregnant by me
Nah Baby, not me
Not the one you settle down with
I'm the type that call up

niggas snuck the
Glizzys in at the club

And I just need me a bitch
Who like to talk shit and like to take dick
And we gon' get rich
We gon' get this

around and squeal (might rat)
I'm coming by myself
Right in where you live (ya crib)
Im runnin right down why you with your kids
(fuck it) you gotta go

by ourselves
Brush our own teeth, raise our own hell
Would you believe that I write my own rhymes
Tie my own shoes, fight my own fights?
Call me crazy

I was jobless
Popped in a listerine strip and
Passed the swab test
Pitiful, hypocritical, some say
Strip club on Saturday night
Church on Sunday

Today's track is brought to you
By the number 666 ha ha ha ha ha

Goin' out tonight and we're
Gettin' our kicks got my high heels on and
You know

[Intro: sobhhï]

Okay
Yea
Yea

(Nuit Sans Fin)

[Verse 1: sobhhï]

Pull up in the club with the rollies on the wrist nah nah ooh
cnd if you talk too

Baveux? Ils ont trouvés ma cachette (non, non)
Le doigt sur la gâchette, mes ennemis sont cachés
J'suis dans le club, j'repars avec un cachet, ouais

to the freeway
I can't roll witcha
Can't get by can't smoke witcha
Man that pussy got control of ya
Make sense cause you niggas got some hoe in ya
But I'll be

nalejvám plnej cup
Byt vypadá jako bar, pijem Havana Club
Go go go shawty dneska mám birthday
Takže se mě kurva na nic neptej
Do naha se svlíkej panáka mi

happen

Oh, by the way, when you were all cuddled up
A big ol' hail storm came and dented up your pick-up truck
In the shape of those tailor made clubs

spinning and everybody was tinted club full of women & everybody can get it we don't need no intervention cuz everyone can admit it we addicted to the dinnit

ones, thick ones, put them on rotate
When we stop fucking, I don't miss none
When I'm in the club, I don't flick none
I wait 'til the party's done

The GOAT.

Vitamins at the afterparty
You wanna be the GOAT? You got it
Get your heart rate up, jog home from the club,
Go keep it up

Stack by stack moving

on my arm
I can't believe you just cut me loose
You're gonna look good in blues
They still got a cool band
In the little club where we used to go
But I

the club to my crib, it's a party here"
Sis singin' on my wrist, it's a chandelier
I hit it once and I disappear

I don't want no drama
I don't want no

on my arm
I can't believe you just cut me loose
You're gonna look good in blues
They still got a cool band
In the little club where we used to go
But I

struggling
Short days, long nights, clubs after parties, VIP
All I wanted was time would you be there for me?
When the water gets deep, will you swim like

to keep her
Made a hundred bands by the hundred street sweepers
Hit a hundred bitches, that's a hundred meat eaters
Niggas so glowed up, Chief Keef
I be

training
They say that butter too humble
Meet Tuface mo bere see fumble
Wan nu club I know they wan bubble
Steal your girl am looking for trouble
Joor
It's

everyday mon ball
Bad guy bere lowo Sumbo

Nothing mankind no go ever see
Even Jesus Christ hated by the pharisees
Critics go con go like the DRC
I just dey

She's cooler than cool and hotter than hot
She's smarter than smart, got brains and an arse, yeah she got the lot
Every guy she go by, is coming

Envious tricks try to get with ya, but don't know the situation
And even though we wasn't faithful
Probably go to the club and get a little playful
But

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