Lyrics:
to be in the club
Guess we was never cool cause none of them was showing up
At my lowest in darkness drinking till I was numb
Till God showed me
go on licks with me
By myself, go and zip me a nigga
Hеll naw, niggas can't step with me
No shootin' back, nigga, we shoot first
No dеfense, nigga, all
tryna trick off
Tryna find some love in the club
Nigga holmes is just a dub
But I can't even lie you got me mesmerized by ya talents
Moving it so
but that's just another sound
We outta the city, but she still goin' to town
When we hit the club, you know the boys and I be mobbin
When we hit
still on, we still riding on chrome, we still pullin' up, man up
I pull up at the club VIP
Gas tank on E but all dranks on me (wipe me down)
Fresh
You're a synchronized dub of that jiggy shit in clubs
You even got a sub-stitute you pay to hit the pubs
Both a you sport Maytag watches that you
the crazy schemes
For living way above my means,
Soon you'll see I've got it made, by balling on a budget K
Ready set here we go.
I'll pick you up in
still gon' drive (come on)
Goin' off G6 in a G5
Bad lil' bitch wanna catch my vibe (yeah, come on)
In the club and we still got sticks inside (bah)
If
days went by, and I thought she'd move on
But then jayla hit me up, she texted my phone
And said she still wanted to be with me, I never would've known
nothing but pack
Bald-headed scallywag, real niggas salute me
Catch me at that Memphis game, seats saved by Rudy
Or Marc Gasol, or Selby do, that's plenty
the grimmer your death
The uglier skets, the easier sex
My town’s always in the rain
Pain is brought by dem blue days
Don’t forget we’re all the same
There
know it's bread on me if I step in the club
That's why I throw a couple dollars and they showing me love
I brought a couple big spenders that might buy
pulling cameras out
Damn I'm hot, when I hit the club I'm bound to line to the bar
And for the first hundred people, I'm insuring they car
Attracting
Uh, that's right
Uh, know what it is
I remember mix-tape exclusive, no-name producers
You wasn't hot till you sold by all boosters
Run up in
Talkin shit that's until it hit the fan Ha
Run and get ya gun cause you ain't got no hands Ha
Pussy by yaself but tough around ya mans Ha
You love that hoe
business they don't want me to succeed
I think they mad they gf keep on chasing on me
I'm just cooling in my section of the club
V.I.P. I'm important
control
Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunked, get fucked up
Hit the strip club don't forget once get your dick rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit
West shake show love heat 'em up in the club if you don't care
Conversations short, too many Newports blowing me away
To another broad, I mean cutie,
Shooters ballers and the scholarS
Common goal is profit
Surrounded by those who are Toxic
I don't know what to do wit
Negas
Left me hanging like THey
out for
I’mma get it what's the word what you all out for
We up in the club she drop it all down low for
You know we up tryna get the check by four
I
by
Chop up my shit prepare to die die
Hate all my cliques till we're going sky high
I tell you why,
So solid, yeh we're hotting to this, but don't
regolare
Te suona gangsta shit da Drive By in South Central
Ogni barra te sventra, ogni rima 'na centra
Noyz è quel tipo di merda che t'ascolti quando
and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
I know he not
My man walking
Around in a disguise
I just got played
By a clown
Type of guy
(Fuck)
Rule number two
I'm on his best friend's
Face for
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