Lyrics:
Hit-Boy on a hit boy
You turned up and I'mma bring the action
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna
R.I.P. DJ Darkbody
E and J - Kool Kay, Let's Go
Smokin' Low-Key, Got me throwin' Up My Hood
Drankin' Low-Key, Got me throwin' Up My Hood
Rollin' Low-Key
night baby thats alright
Low-key
Your mine only
Dance on me thats alright
In the club
Your mine only
Whine it up baby thats alright
Low-key
Your mine
Same keys that you're hearing
Same keys that I got in my trunk
Trap funk 'cause I'm having gas bag
And I made it off of trap talk
'Cause I'm having
all the keys from that day on
She's through with me
(She) She might be my lover
She makes me want no other
She don't care if I go to
The strip club
enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
back in high skoo still is just keeping it low key
I ain't tryna have no snakes round me
It's family or nothing that's on me
A hoe I love told me fuckin
This for my big fine women in the club shaking ass
Big fine bitches in the club shaking ass
This for my slim fine bitches in the club shaking ass
the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on same color the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun then we party like we just came home
thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock,
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
нал и в портфеле крипта (Gang)
Чтобы открыть этот сейф получил первый key, но не делаю line
Код номер два, Mutant Players Club — это второй Double Tap
And she know she want it
Wanna be my women
And she all up on me
You the baddest b***h in this club
What's up
Baddest b***h in this club
So whats up
the club with the crop top
Bad bit**s only, Lu Dottt trynna eat the box out
Bishop in the club going crazy like he did on Juice
How you in the club drinking
What it is
What it be
Step up in the club got the hos on me (On me)
Uh, designer clothes on me
My weed always loud never staying low key uh
What it is
Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid, niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
CMB, we in the buildin' Swag Out hundred
Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid, niggas
Niggas hit the pavement
When I come through slow
In a six-four hanging out the window
Niggas hit the pavement
When I fall through the club
Chuckin'
I’m busy but need no rush
I’m keeping things so locked up
Used to feel never did no love
Girl welcome to the midnight club
Midnight club
Both still
When I fuck you from behind I’m
A choke you to death!
Let us in the club!
We gon’ get in and you know we need it
T-shirts and jeans and no collars
care if they fight cos I can't get enough you too much
Girl na only you I want yea yea
Am loosing control
Let's increase the tempo when we go low low key
It go like bounce I'm in this club right now
Ayy, calling my phone while I'm in the zone Just leave me alone right now
Can't take it but you dishing
Holt's Dad and the Key Ticklers
Holt's Dad and the Key Ticklers
Holt's Dad and the Key Ticklers
Welcome to Compu-Serv, you Chris Chomic
Yo, yo
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