Lyrics:
for the boogie
To the rhythm of the ghettoey streets
Check it out now
You trying to give me some Eight Ball
But no way
I'd rather have
for the boogie
To the rhythm of the ghettoey streets
Check it out now
You trying to give me some Eight Ball
But no way
I'd rather have
and Profitt bout to get it
LIVE
This is what we do when we do it
You motherfucking right we do it big
I ball so I ball so I ball so hard
Got these motherfucking
but it’s looking more like 6
5 rounds with the champion the fight’s fixed
4 EPs dropping in the same year
3 Clubs a night, Henny in the same year
2 Hoes
money overflowing jewelry game sick got all these hoes
Adoring catch me n the club with all the yak pouring if I ever go to prison I'ma have
Plenty
doja
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] In tha club by the bar wit my niggas we twistin gars spendin 50's wit my boys jumpin stompin makin noise on tha block
I met her right outside of the club,
Her conversation got the best of me when she said she gonna shut it down (shut it down)
Look, I ain't no easy
bet yo' ribs showin'
You nigga starvin', my money over flowin'
Jewelry game sick, got all these hoes adorin'
Catch me in the club wit' all the 'gnac
fro, polo
And a nigga in the club smokin dubs
Like a tru center thug
The big boy Willie Grill
Smoke swisher sweets, don't miss a beat
If a nigga feelin
things for certain
Carry that nine on me like it's a Birkin
I won't go in the club if I know that they searchin'
I love the attention, I took off
the whole crowd makin' some noise (jump around)
Everytime when we go all in in the club (jump around)
Everytime when we go ballin' as a MOB (jump around)
I said shit, damn, get off your ass and jam
All the thugs in the club
Let me see you get 'em up
All the hoes get a lil' lil' low
A lil' low now
Said
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
the strippers do I play (you know my money straight)
I'm in the mall e'eryday (you know my money straight)
I'm a animal in the club, beast in the mall
If you
it
Make em make em make em scrap wid it
Tear da club up, champagne campaign wid it
Party people do your thang wid it
I get to it why'all;
I get
to the dog park again (Ayy)
Put that bitch in the Hall Of Fame (Huh)
Don’t play bitch, we’ll start the game (True)
And I'm in the club yellin' Squad with Gang
top rank, Slim Thug gon' talk the talk
Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
We some paid young G's, with too much cash
Too much flow and do',
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the town called the Rich
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young
im gonna finish tha grindin til its done,
Knives and silly clubs,
Hos and fake thugs,
Pimps, players, and all of the above.
[Chorus]
One for
Last night I bought the supermodel
Got head on the way home
She left her other friends at the club
Got home, and I fucked her with my J's
Last night I bought the supermodel
Got head on the way home
She left her other friends at the club
Got home, and I fucked her with my J's
All of the ladies attending the ball
Are requested to gaze in the faces
Found on the dance cards
Please then remember
And don't get to close
All of the ladies attending the ball
Are requested to gaze in the faces
Found on the dance cards
Please then remember
And don't get to close
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