Lyrics:
at the club and my lady lookin real fine
Straight through door, VIP like the club was mine
Everybody blinded by the diamonds round my neck
Your whole life
Or recognize the names
But we know your little babies
Didn't die in vain
Now sometimes we get criticized
By countries North and South
Who think the right
up In da club
Travel many countries
Tomorrow comes
We'll switch up
Give thanks to the most high
Some would say its not proactive
To live life day
a mess and then I'm out
I've been in an out of town
Different countries I'm surrounded
By bad bitches women nipping an surround sound
I'd keep to myslef
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
die Disco in die Luft
Du schmeißt Fuffies
Ich schmeiß Fifty durch den Club yeah!
Nach dem Battle hast du deine Ehre verloren
Tritt in den Bauch bruder
now that mix is workiin'
I'mma start, I'm on my way(my one eyeball's smaller)
My ears got blessed by the(killing spree mode activated)
Heavenly
the Klan makes
You can relate and embrace eighty-eight
When he tells you the culture is being replaced
Tucker is livid the country we live in flooded by
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
all married and gone
And they live on the edge of the town.
All part of the team in the country club scene
And they'd rather you passed them by
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
either crunk in the club)
WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
Don't matter where I hang
People love my twang, uhh
(Call us country or Southerners mayn)
(We
act up like the Flatbush Zombies
Gripping the Mack truck with Travis Scott, hitting your Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the last of a dying prayer
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
(Bitches)
You only live once, and you only die once
You gotta make what you want (Nigga) and take what you want (Bitches)
All my bitches in the club that
Gangsta shit
Fuck the drive by means you gettin' high
Ya feel it? This is funk
Get ya dick sucked, get ya clit licked
This that shit word to God,
witch'all pencil dicks
Ain't this some shit?
Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch
And leave you
and I don't give a kaka what your faith is. Male, Wahine, weird or queer, this is all our country whoever lives here. I don't care about your history,
on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for
Lauren, now it's Gucci the attire
Man, don't be a menace, tell a nigga, "Hurry up and buy"
Yes, I passed her by, she didn't even have a ride
Yeah, got
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
let any of the country club beaus get a chance.
Those cream-colored summer suits were never cut to my taste anyhow.
And those Hyde Park fraternity
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