Lyrics:
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
the fuck, are you
You feeling tired I thing you might need some cold brew
Mix up the pot special ingredients bitch I done stir my own stew
Them Hunnids
112! (Jump off!)
Aww yeah (Uhh, why'know)
You want to get right, boo, headlights, blue
Don't no other mami give me head like you
I get you in
only drinking top tier
Yeah and the club is looking bright yea
And it's just the weeknd so we blinded by the fucking lights
Problems like my vision,
Alright now that we got that out of the way, lets double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, we're in the club
You're trying to decide whether
Cash money nigga ion fuck wit visa
Got it on me nigga know I keep a heater
Gud Mud Homie mix it by the liter
Double cup a put u in the sleeper
Street
staande)
Ik drop die fucking bom diggy samen met die Ziggi laat maar gaan
Want ik blaas hem nu als een fucking Ferrari
Bel 112 want de club is getroffen door
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
'Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all
like a jerk again
I tell him that he'll never work again (you'll never work again!)
You can find me outside of the club, in the back of the line
I'm
We got all the change that you need right by the door
This the Players Club
And we got hella sections for them niggas getting dough
This the Players
Mix the Hennessy with a little bit of cola
Take it to the back, powder nose with the yola
Shawty love to rub in the club, but I'm sober
I need more
shoot I never miss
Banana clip if you reach I'll show you bliss
Let's hit up the club
I need to get a fix
Line up some shots
Pow pow pow
Fade into the mix
Bottles popping everywhere too much dro is in the air
Vision blurry from the crown and club and I don't really care
All I need is another drank and mix
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
In other words don't judge a book by its cover
See we successful black
You never mix business with new friends,
All black Benz you can call me Pac Man.
Cause everybody know I gotta sack man
I got the whole hood shopping
the shits
Said I gotta get it by any means
Nigga I don't even know what losing mean
What you saying?
Niggas out here playing trick or treat
What you saying?
really a earner
Bitch I'm rockin Balmains
This ain't regular jeans, ain't shit you heard of
I been sipping codeine
Mix up with the juice n get that shit
I'm right)
Only thing left to do is come see you (girl, I'm on my way)
Baby after the club
Girl, I'll be what you want
Hennessy in my cup
There
the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't
with it by default
You tell me you're leaving again
cnd I think to myself
If you put love in a blender
What would you mix it with?
When you put love
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
movies our videos, but we still #1 in America
-You see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
-But only a man can tell you what's on his mind
when he
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