Lyrics:
uh-huh, uh-huh
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club
If I take another one how I'ma feel right now
I'ma mix it with liquor it should've hit by now
Cause I can't seem to figure you out
She like the devil
baby pour it in neat
Turn it up DJ, drop in that beat
And mix it up
Just got my money, I came to turn up
No need to act funny, you already know
to see me on the ground
Are you counting all the times that I mess up?
One by one, to your book of self destruct?
Self destruct
Woah
(Yea yea)
Mix
fu
What you heard was true if they said we got the juice
The only way I know how to move
I can't vouch for you that mean that shit is not approved
Come
uh-huh, uh-huh
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club
with my momma on the couch
Like the jeffersons i'm moving on up and i'm out
Penthouse with the butler who waits by the door
To ensure i'm the only
I live the life of a celebrity
A made nigga way bigger than them other cats you love to see
Lil' Zane (yeah)
Can I talk to you for a minute?
I live the life of a celebrity
A made nigga way bigger than them other cats you love to see
Lil' Zane (yeah)
Can I talk to you for a minute?
at ya
Yeah, and thrown a couple dollars at you, c'mon
I get paid baby doll I'm a star
You can tell by the make and the model of my car
Yeah, that's
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me
prawns
Out with the white pawns
Only brown guzzle down
Lois 13 Hennessy and Crown
Got the waitress on tip
She can't even sit
The squad keep ordering
Mix
fules, attention
Not only was you weak
Need another nigga drivin'
I stop the car
Said do you want to buck em'
Rough Koopsta
Shirt I knew your hurt
Take
like straight up fuck you
The city that I'm from is just a dot on the map
Where dope houses get robbed and most of the clubs ????? (dem shouts)
Michael
get down)
Walk up in this bitch like I own a ho
Shawty get me lit, keep me on a roll
And you know I got a clique, and it's only four
Said you wanna hang
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
on and now we gonna be blastin'
I'm married to the game and every year's the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
to the crib on the weekend
Suv, XM, heat, only plays the Weeknd
Only wanna fuck you 5AM with no tweeting
20-25 should be working but she's twerking
Nobodies
West shake show love heat 'em up in the club if you don't care
Conversations short, too many Newports blowing me away
To another broad, I mean cutie,
Yeah
What up CCC
You ready
Toker Takeover
Lets get it
In the crypto canna club is where im posted
Wit my brothas and my sisters we be smokin oh shit
know I shop at Saks
Yellow bone super fine
Know I'm hittin' that from the back
If you see me in the club
Niggas know I got that strap
Security tried
the club
My young niggas hop out and park
Bitch you standin' right by the club
50 shots thats not enough
200 shots that monkey nuts
Gucci Mane got monkey
myself on a silver screen, huh
Tonight, it don't matter who you are
I'm the only star on the scene
You know what I mean?
Man, I hate makin'
poor party
And she no like small boy thing
Her body so so romantic
Baby I wanna treat you like Frist class queen
Dance on my mix
Baby girl dance
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