Lyrics:
And trapping out the bando
Throwing 100's
Up in the club
Like they some pesos
Waitress at the bar
Brought me dosequis
By the case loads
Memories
Memories
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's have some fun
Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman
There is no bigger boss, sip slow, this cinnamon
I'm talkin'
up, nigga, tear the club up
This for all you playa haters who be talkin' that (ha ha)
The Three 6 show no love, put some hurt on a trick
I
up, nigga, tear the club up
This for all you playa haters who be talkin' that (ha ha)
The Three 6 show no love, put some hurt on a trick
I
And I dare not frown for
Fear of what comes out
Sing a song, kitty sing it
Sing it, kitty sing it
Some people don't think that Lily
Is smart enough
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
I'm that girl loving, car dubbing, rims scrubbing teen
I've been bad to the bone since I stepped on the scene
I've been club ready 'bout my, game
I'll bag you like some groceries
And every time you think about it
You gon' want some more of me
About to hit the club
Make a movie, yeah rated are
like I'm pourin' on it
Half a million dollar car for no reason
And we keep the club full like the Four Seasons
100 bottles in the club for no reason
the club
You know we make them bitches bounce
We make them bitches bounce
Yeah we make them bitches bounce
I'll be two stepping what
With my assault weapon
we real we /
They like deejay bring pen —>Cuzz they ain't did enough /
Flow sick /She jus WONT SOME t dope dick /
Montana on island I know loc lit /
My
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
I had, I had, I had some fun with that one right there
That shit is takin' me back
Word 'em up, word 'em up
Ayo, how many people ready for this
smile, not watch you frown.
We can go places, just to see the town.
I can see it in ya eyes, that you’re getting tired.
Baby get some rest, before
Probably because I got a daughter
I heard Money Mayweather, he makes it rain without water
He dropped 50 G's at a strip club near the border
A dozen women
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
this club (Hey)
Ya got some friends rollin wit'cha
Baby then that's cool
You can leave 'em with my niggas
Let 'em know that I got'chu
If you didn't know
now
Women got EBT they gotta put they food down
Put they kids in the room and start breaking some rules now
One plus one it don't equal two now (nah)
tonight baby?
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step off in this club
'Bout to get bent in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[2x]
[Verse 1 - R.
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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