Crash da Club [Remix]
Lil Wyte, Juvenile
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Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix And it's goin' down for you hoes like this Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart When the f*ck you gon' start recognize that life is a game And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't 'bouta change I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane? I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese and this 'bouta bring So f*ck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders I'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it, whatever I drop But even your beef can't touch what I got You wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesitant ta pop So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock You like it or not, it's everlasting, ain't 'bouta stop We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something Aiyo, smoke something, choke something, get real nice We ain't gon', fall on our face but we gon' be right Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work You with them freaks, I be in the streets Y'all be wearing them Bee's, I be wearing Ree's Running wit' my g's from the you T P This is where I'm gonna be until I D I E Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay Where niggaz drank VSOP until they breath stank Bitch gatta say something, err' time They never handle they business but staying in line Seeking you will find, the loaded up 9 Wanted at 'cha 'cause it of fa' stealin' my mind Juvenile and Three-6 that's a one of a kind Tooken up yo golds, nigga, get ready ta blind We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something I'm 'Bouta crash da club, break the law Throw some chairs, crack your jaw If it's killing season, ain't no reason, ain't no need ta stale I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain Non stop pop from the top of the clip in ya glock I still don't feel you, mane 'Cause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo' I must confess, I ain't 'bout shit but if you think ta cross me, bitch You'll end up stanky, walk the planky and empty out your pockets, bitch Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck Wit' these issues that I'm facing daily I should tote a tec Get respect that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin' Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin' Causing problem, dodging bullets, soon as I corrupt the scene Leaving damage, making havoc reaction fuckin' with me Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something
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Written by: JORDAN HOUSTON, PATRICK LANSHAW, PAUL BEAUREGARD
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