Lyrics:
and spendin' and killin' shit
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot,
and spendin' and killin' shit
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you at? Baby, throw your gats
To all the ladies in the spot,
scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin' so nonchalant
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop [Repeat x3]
You know we know we know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop [Repeat x3]
You
flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the club
And up till now they never meet With amina
On the night that he got wreck There was a show at that night
On your way to the club by your Right side there
want it?)
Wanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)
Touched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)
Ooh, wow, look at the bitches up in
an artist, nah (check, check, check, check)
I don't wanna be the centre of attention but I guess I do this shit for lil' Harley, nah (check, check, check,
(Yeah)
Yeah
So come on and chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Check (yeah)
(Yeah) check
You better check yo' self before you
medication
We'll have more on this story as it develops"
"Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice
Has apparently survived a gunshot to the head
In what
I'm gonna wreck it!
Wreck it!
I'm gonna wreck it!
Wreck It!
I'm gonna wreck it!
The thing that wrecks you
If I could change
I'd be good for you
Oh, I hate all the madness
And pain that I've put you through
It's not your fault (it's
nigga
Where my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfucker?
Word is bond
You better check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
'Cause I'm bad for your health
a bad bitch
M-I-S,Miss
I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this
I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list
Them otha' artist, I keep em'
the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club
the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit
incredible, you are incredible, you ain't shit
You are incredible, you are forgettable, you are forgettable, you are for
All these comments got me lost in
and club-foot pigeons
Peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck
Kleptomatic mental prison, cut the brakes and hit the deck
Picked apart, your tunnel vision
Wreck
that shit down, ooh, yeah
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body
sure that you up to doin' it? (All night)
I like this
Listen, before you ass bet, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain't even blacked yet (c'mon)
Niggas
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
writer's block
Psyche
Man, get the bozac
We need to start bringin' that shit back (mad flava)
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (we in
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