Lyrics:
off (Shake)
Get wild (go crazy!)
Dancing by myself in this packed house
Couldn't give a damn if you don't dig these moves
Fuck a conversation, I'm just
it off (Shake)
Get wild (go crazy!)
Dancing by myself in this packed house
Couldn't give a damn if you don't dig these moves
Drop the conversation,
and verbs
You just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit
They save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by
When I pull up then pull out
it from the back, say my name yea
She lookin like a model by her waist yea
life is so damn good I can't complain yea
cll of the little things you
Meet me by the beach
Beneath the palm trees
I don't care if anyone sees
How about it?
You, me and the blue sea
Ocean
I just want you alone
I don't
don't have a club sandwich club a baby seal
I could've been a navy seal I watch key and peele
You can cop a feel if you're a chick and gay no deal
It
a whole week
We a lounge jump you
In the club forty deep, see a opp
We put a crowd on him
I asked her can I pee on her
I told her that a put a smile on me
a team, boo, nobody fuck with you
Just me and you, baby, you my ride or die
Sky's the limit, we can build an empire
Tell you want it, by the look up in your
was up to me
Now I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club
I would've followed you in the door but I didn't have a ticket stub
So
cannot breathe
Friends with my dealer
Smoking on gelato not a shisha, i don't ever mix
Only getting bigger (uh-huh)
Now I'm bout to tweak (Yeah)
Beef up
bust the outline
A half a man generatin grands
Kid you know how I go only fuck with fam
That's why you're lookin from the outside in, wonderin
you by,
got you feelin like you sittin on a passenger side,
at the booty club getting drunk and high,
while your home all alone, cryin wonderin why,
oh
use they clothes as a pillow, what you know 'bout that?
Cold bitch, I only hit her once, but she came back-to-back (that's a fact)
Street took my
money wise
Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size
Damn, you got some funny eyes
Yea, I blink a lot, drink a lot (mmm)
You could catch
and my juice in my cup
High priced fashion Italian Milan
You just gettin money not part of the club
Can't get attached if I see it I run
Yes I got
In which I can have you
'Cause I want you
You're always at the club but I prefer to play my guitar
I know that this is wrong but I keep on walking
I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure
Where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
you got time
One of a kind
Stay on my mind
Talk me to nice
I know you got time
Stay on mind baby
One of kind, talk to me nice
Can I get by
By being
Know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you
'Cause
Club, can't chill in here
Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin' beer
The boy only pour on that ace of spades
Forbes Magazine homes - soon to grace
goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
Flashbacks waking me up
I get drunk, but it's not enough
'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
I look
on me
Yeah
Shawty there in the back of the club
I can see it in your eyes, know you waitin' on me
Mama told me, go and get a good girl
It's the end
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