Lyrics:
from NYC
I'm feelin' you like yous family
And everybody down from LA to DC
Rockin' to the same old CDs
This is for the kids in the clubs and the street
I'm feelin' you like yous family
And everybody down from LA to DC
Rockin' to the same old *story*
This is for the kids in the clubs and the street
Turn
to DDG
Got girls that get you for yo 16 ex date and the cvv
I mean shit for real
I'm the shit for real
In the club too playa word to dolla bill
I told her
P-I-M-P
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce
Exactly what I do the world calls me Q
But my letter don't work unless
It's followed by a "U"
You, will never find love in the club
No, neither will I too
Used to think I'd spend my life in the club
I never thought you were the one for me
Then I gave your heart a chance and now I see
Laid up with you is
Gotta get it
Yea we going wow wow
And we blowing wow wow
In the club give a fuck
You could pour the wow wow
Were you going down town
Yea we don’t turn
the girls up
1NANA got the club burning up up up
But I’m good cuz I came with my people
Nobody better mess with my people
I got Jasoe in the club that’s my
Ride for the guys my Team
Got all the vibes when we step on scene
Pull up to me you'll see
Been through shit that you won't believe
Stay in the club
Oh my God
Youngest in the club with seven bottles
Sipping on oh my God I cannot walk
Boy talk is cheap that’s why you talk too much
Holy shit think
by my side
You will never be again alive
Oh the monster, please rise up
So aroused in the fucking parking lot
Tears are falling, it's time
When I see her in the club
The girl drive me crazy
Man this shit get drastic
She bounced back like Magic
Pass the ball like Magic
She see my flying
Midnight Club
Mike Amiri jeans
And I got the denim up on the side
I know the bitch she wanna fuck
But can't get the low
Cause the opps near by
Run up
the club
Here to end the drought
I’m the king
You the crown
Doves
Never one
Lady in the sun
Fenty gang
Don’t get too tough
Kinda like it wen you puff
But
Ima
the club
Here to end the drought
I’m the king
You the crown
Doves
Never one
Lady in the sun
Fenty gang
Don’t get too tough
Kinda like it wen you puff
But
Ima
the club Baby, you deserve it
I can tell by the way you looking Shorty that made you nervous
Cause you caught me lurking Chilling with my niggas in the VIP
When they see them yellow diamonds
You should see them hoes' face
I'mma need a whole case
Hit the club and pop them bottles
In it with my thugs
Spendin'
bottles
In it with my thugs spendin' dubs like no tomorrow
I make a lot of chavo and meet a lot of bust downs
Saw me in the club once shawty got a crush
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
too far
To meet a bad lil mami like you
Inside the club and leave by myself
I'll show you a vibe
If you got five
Then I got five on it
Have a good
wit'
shoes by Joan and David
when I was in the whip I asked for dome, she gave it
"Ooh, I taste it"
"Ooh, my favorite"
that girl had me out my thug
I
and my girl say its me and you
Ridin in a brand coupe
Buy some brand new shoes
I been stacking up this drip
Bit by bit
10 shots unload the clip
Girls
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