Lyrics:
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
[X5]
Im In Da Club Hollerin'
[Verse 1:]
Now When I Holla Ay Bay Bay
I'm Fittin To Get My Groove On
Its So Hot Up In Da Club
Dat I Ain't Got No
or ever got
Try me boy, you better not
Shawty and I'm very hot
Toting forty cap, forty five nine's every glock
Blow you up in that very spot you
with me
You already know what's up with me
You brought all your homies with you because
You didn't do it without your company
Scarface fuck you gon do
for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
Or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light,
)
You're all
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
on yo feet befo you jump up in my coup (beeitch)
Pimpin ain't easy but it's a whole lotta fun
Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1
Get dought in the snow in Idahoe
I
Will probably never blow up, but at least I got this shit
This just how it goes
Stuck in value village clothes
Bitches never hit me up
Just because my
(raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby,
and tell them that it's going down in the club
All of my girls, off in the club, put ya drinks up, shawty what's up
All of my thugs, off in the club, put ya
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
Hit the club stunting on them
Do it for myself
Count a check blow a check
I do it for myself
Dress fresh stay clean
I do it for myself
Haters steady
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
ass knocked off
Texas Pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce
Ever see me in the club with my shades off
It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost
28-5
All the girls up in the club, you can shake it now
Clear the muthafuckin dance floor when you break it down
All the girls up in the club, you can
and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by
I'm TT'd up
I'm on ten
Yeah, yeah (oooh)
I'm on t-(yeah)
Hey
I'm on ten, I'm on ten
I'm on ten, I'm on ten
Aye, me and dawgs in the club
Brodie got
do
You be up in the club
I be up in the clouds
Oh, don't gotta ask me if I brought enough
'Cause' we don't run out
Blow it by the o, even my fans
bass that'll blow up the
Back of your truck
Give me some space, chat it all up
Don't wanna hear bars in the
Back of the club
Don't wanna hear bars from
drunk up in the V.I.P.
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
If you swingin' from them club lights
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get
Ass fat (uh, bust it), yeah, I know
You just got cash? (Bust it) blow some mo' (word)
Blow some mo' (bust it), blow some mo'
The more you spend it
up in the clouds
Oh, don't gotta ask me if I burn enough cause' we don't run out
Blow it by the "o", even my fans smoke it
Cause' they throw it at my
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