Lyrics:
A place where we can warm our bones
She said, but I am warmed by the singing
And I can hear my husbandman
Returning from his labor
And I have no food
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
Rough around the edges
Hates when people see him weak
But I don't think he's thinking
When he's all alone with me
Blues turn to an auburn red
Jyea
Yea
Yeaaa...
We pull up to the club
Fresh up off the grind
Me and my lil buddies
And we finna Jump the line
Jump the line every time
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
you shake your seat
You know by the way that you shake it on the dance floor
People in the club screaming give me some more
You know by the way that you
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't
The Couches
The Back Of The Club, Rolling Up Stoners By The Ounces
The Back Of The Club Yeah You Know We Going Up (It’s Litty)
The Back Of The Club Yeah You
I know you never could love
Nothing is ever enough
Found broken hearts
Looking for love in the club
Places you never could touch
Lost souls
See across the club
See across the club
See across the club
See across the club
See across the club
See across the club
See across the club
Patron
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf
You
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch
too, boy
Get'cha, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha broke ass out, boy
Why you up in the club wit no money, trying to see a little ass
Muthafucker give me
famous we sick
They once gave me shit
And I turned it into flaming hits
Now they want us back at the night club
Drinks on me you know I got you tonight,
WE GOT THE PARTY ( DANCING IN THE CLUB)
(Written/produced/performed by GROOVE STATE)
We got the party, tonight
We got the party, tonight
We got
Black bottles bad bitches by the pool
Fresh white Tee Lou Vuitton Boat Shoes
Yacht Club bucket on I’m so old school
Invicta Be the Watch you hating
Steppin' up
In this club
All tooled up like a thug
Rub-a-dub-dub
Rub-a-rub-a-dub-dub
Steppin' up
In this club
All tooled up like a thug
Steppin' up
In this club
All tooled up like a thug
Rub-a-dub-dub
Rub-a-rub-a-dub-dub
Steppin' up
In this club
All tooled up like a thug
Aight, now we got that out the way, let's double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, if we in the club
And you trying to decide wether if you gon
Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin'
sorry baby oh yes its certain
And From there looks
And by there stances
I know they want to try me
This is
Another club night
Ohhh
Another club night
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