In Da Club

Ha, Blue Boyz on the rise ha Blue Boyz on the rise ha Blue Boyz on the rise, with a mission to see - 2x [Killa Kal] I know you see me at the do', I'm in a Coupe on dubs You in the lot, trying to pop it your hoop on hubs You and your group at the club, trying to shoot your slugs You think a nigga won't box you, or shoot your mug I just came here to party baby, drank and roam blocks Get a thicky thick chick, and get a quick dome shot Got a sick chrome glock, and it cough at niggaz I came here to fuck with women, I talk to niggaz I'm here often nigga (doing what), buying the bar Getting crunk with my click, might be eyeing a star I see white eyeing a bar, while I sip my Belve Walked over (grabbed her hand), and with her lips she tells me (get thoed) hell yeah boo, I'm one of the ones So I pull her close to me, hands under her buns But it's one thing about her, I just got to know If she cutting tonight shorty, then I got to go [Hook: x 2] This for them ballas in the back of the club Niggaz that don't know, how to act in the club And them 600's, and the them 'Lacs at the club Stay iced up, looking good in the club Get fucked up, chunk up your hood in the club [Sir Daily] Now Daily pull up to the spot, at 12 o'clock on the dot Looking for a chickenhead, bopper to bop Twenty inches spinning slow, as I crawl in the lot Gold diggers flag me down, trying to get me to stop But oh no, a nigga recognized disguise I looked past that thick ass, and them big ol' thighs I'm A G, I peep game constantly So tell me what the fuck, do you want from me I'm at the bar, taking shots to the head Trying to find a yellow bone, that give shots to the head I see a fine looking dime, and she rocking some red Spit a line and she mine, while she drop in my bed It's guaranteed, to put a young bitch on her knees Blue Boyz on the rise, with a mission to see Slim Thug or Sir Daily, and my nigga Kyleon We party all night, till six in the morn' ha [Hook: x 2] [Slim Thug] I'm V.I.P., in the back of the club Slim Thee, they call me the best dressed thug Your misses trying to get a Boss, kisses and hugs But your misses get nothing, but diss and mugs I don't give dick to chicks, that give it up to scrubs Trying to find the finest bitch, up in the club Make her up that thing, get in her ear And fill her up, with game Ten times out of ten, I'ma cut that thang Got the broad giving up the brain, like it ain't nothing mayn I'm a P-I-M-P, simple to me And talk hoes out they clothes, so easily I rock platinum rings, platinum piece and platinum car And I'm bout to be, a platinum star V.I.P. by the bar, is where you'll see me staying With the Roley on my wrist, and the Crys in hand man [Hook: x 2] (*scratching*)