Lyrics:
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
What’s ya sign
By the end of the night
I’m tryna make u mine
There she go
There she go
This is so
This is slow
Meet me for
The love in the club
For
on each arm)
And you know I?m bout to double up (I keep one on each arm)
Double up
Pimpin' don't stop when I walk up in the club
See a girl with
you before baby... but listen
[Chorus:]
Put my numba in ya phone,
And when you get out the club girl call me up
Put my number in ya phone,
Just
want me no glove
Baby girl want my kids
Baby girl want my keys
Loyalty in blood, they left, next to you I stood
Skr Skr Skr
I don't need no receipts,
Yeah yeah,
Ok you see me in a packed club, vip
see me doing me,I be
Poppin bottles tossin dollers out to every freak I
see haters be, looking hard
by Club Enzo
And Zone 6, Morning Avenue, Memorial Drive, you know for sure
Shawnna fine and Trina tight, I kill them girls like Killer Mike
Killer
slow
Let me see it though, let me see it though
Yeah I'm talkin' bendin' over, girl touch your toes
Now strike a pose, then drop it low
I'm in the strip
money girl
Everybody in the club right now
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud
Dedicated man your favorite song
Single ladies you cant go wrong (hey)
another club (club)
With somebody else
Girl, there's nobody else
I know I'm late
But I'm on my way, yeah
On my way, yeah
I know my girl's in another
bling honey
I'm not gonna lie
Been in this game for awhile
Been known for my style
I like wild
By the time I leave the club ain't gonna be down
Tonight
I
I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em
cell phone
My girl went through my cell phone
My girl went through my cell phone
So I pull up to the club stunting in a yellow Lamborghini
Half bent,
heart dat I sent you, cute girls don't cry with thugs, cute girls don't cry with thugs, that's why we in dis club (2x)
It was just me by myself, ballin
a dub
You're soft as pikachu on roofies in a bathtub
Trash like to fuck for forty dollars in the club
Yeah my belly big but girls still rub
My heart pump
gona fall baby girl I got you
I know we just met but you know that I trust you
Don't you want to dance with me in the club?
Shawty come and dance with
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
We be really in the mix
Big ass stones
I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
'Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl
throw some ones up
And by 1 a.m., this shit get bonkers,
Got a bitch in the corner of the club, she giving her hugs up
But my bitch is for my love, she
to get her up in this booth.
This club is pack from the outside
Thick big booty girls in the lines
Fellas pulling up in exotic rides
VIP is open
more!
I walk in the club so dashin', in the latest B-B-C fashion
The light from the strip club flashing
Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
to the beat 'til I'm tired
I walk in the club, it's fire
Get it crunk and wired
Wave yo' hands scream louder
If you smoke, then fire it up
Bring the roof
too, boy
Get'cha, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha broke ass out, boy
Why you up in the club wit no money, trying to see a little ass
Muthafucker give me
[Chorus - Lisa Maffia (JD)]
All the thugs in the clubs get your cris on ice (ice)
Ladies in the club shake your body like dice (dice)
My kind of jam
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