Lyrics:
for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta
wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga pronto
Bip-de-boo-da-badda-beat it like a bongo
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chopper gettin' screwed
I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze
Put it on God, he the one who put me
get through
I'll be waitin' (see, I don't like a motherfucka that be all on me and shit)
(All up under a nigga)
You can run the streets with your
And get ready to clown,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down
(Chorus)
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets
boomba
The way you windin' it girl don't stop
Come on baby
Gettin' freaky in the club
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make
, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money
Take the good with the bad, in the club blowin' your last
Ballin' like I violated,
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
If you
like
Why did you call me we’re in the same room
Like bro, what should we do
We could go to the club
No we can’t, that’s stupid we’ll never get in
Let’s
that nigga really don't got no jumpshot
Lou Williams left the bubble to go to Magic City for chicken wings
He ain't go there for no ass and titties
side
And I think that shorty I've got a thing for you, yeah
Doin' it on purpose, windin' and workin' it
I can tell by the way you lookin' at me, girl
I
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
the yard, that's culture
Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called
Said your lil' nephew was shot down, the culture's involved
I done seen niggas do
(tear the club up)
Nah, they ain't hear you, keep it goin', fuck it, let's go, alright (ayy, ayy)
Tear the mother-, tear the motherfuckin' club up (woo)
watchin'
Baby, I don't give a in this club
And baby, you know I'd be down
But we can't have all these people staring, standing around
This right here
so high
And the DJ got the club so loud
Hands up, now let ?em bounce
2 steppin? lil mama work it out
Go down, now get dirty
Go down, now get dirty
(uh-uh)
Culture
How the fuck you fuckboys ain't gon' act like Migos ain't reppin' the culture?
They rep the culture from the streets
Fuckboy bow down
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
oughta get 'em smarter
Baby take my order
The only shark that swim in Henn no water
got ya daughter doin' shit you don't think she oughta
Gave
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
The famous rap song that is
Called "In Da Club" calm down
Let me bust a rhyme and kick
Flips while I'm on my grind
I got tricks up my sleeve
I could make
y'all and you don't stop (who's that? Who's coming?)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (Common Sense, Mos Def)
Freak, freak y'all (let's bring
y'all and you don't stop (who's that? Who's coming?)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (Common Sense, Mos Def)
Freak, freak y'all (let's bring
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