Lyrics:
Artist, Artist, Artist
Ice, Ice, Ice
Artist, Artist
Ice, Ice, Ice
I'm in Club Vanish sipping on Vodka
Cranberry black & it's sponsored by artist
IMOB
love with it
Leave the club with it
She say she want a gentleman, still a thug with it
Fresh face card, ain't no ugly bitch
Pretty ass, make a nigga
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
approach us
And your shoulders feel like boulders
Lemme be your artist
I will chisel away the weight
Michelangelo for the day
Now I know you been waiting
give me a headache
Bitch fake bag, give me a headache
Hating niggas give me a headache
Hating bitches give me a headache
Vacay where you niggas don't
Got
give me a headache
Bitch fake bag, give me a headache
Hating niggas give me a headache
Hating bitches give me a headache
Vacay where you niggas don't
Got
I've been cruisin' round the town now with the guys for quite a while
We been thinkin' 'bout starting up a club that shows some class and style
(One, two, three, four)
We're Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
We hope you have enjoyed the show
Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club
(One, two, three, four)
We're Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
We hope you have enjoyed the show
Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
need a bed for? I ain't tryna lay down
When you on the come up, all I know is stay down
You don't see me at the club nigga
I don't see you at the bank
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
Zaytoven
Yeah, you know, they be in VIP
Drinks on me
Them Club bitches, them club bitches
Club bitches, them club bitches
Have fun with 'em,
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
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'
Yo what's up, dis is Chris Rock
And I'm wit my man Lil Jon
And we stay in da club,
We live in da club,
We die in da club,
We get our car washed in da
Coconut juice all on the dance floor
Fellas let your ladies go ladies let your fellas go
Come back, went straight to the club
Entrance no charge cause we
you smile
[Chorus]
Treat it like a vacay
treat it like a vacay
treat it like a vacay
one way trip, uh, turn it to a baecay, yuh
x4
(You’ve been
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nast' Airlines, flight 98
Yo, kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you
a better place
A little vacay when you can't get away
All we want is a better place
Join us at Club Carbosa
No Rules - they never wrote em
leave your
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