This My Club Song

This is for the people that are drinking in a club

The people getting' drunk, the people getting fucked up

We in the back smoking buds, spinning records, spitting flows so high

Melt the ice off your necklace so keep your head bobbin'

'Cause your neck you know it's fat

I always come prepared for anybody want to snap back

Low key holding shop let me get my groove on

Back up five feet and let me get my groove on

And my drink on, and my smoke on

Then go home with, something to poke on

I do my own thing, I make big moves

I ride big wheels, I fill big shoes

This my club song

This this my club song so put your hands up like what yeah

This my dance song

This this my dance song so lean back, lean back

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This my club song

This this my club song

I'm at the bar getting tore back drinking booze

This my dance song

This this my dance song so lean back, lean back

This the anthem so throw your damn hands up

This the anthem so throw your damn hands up

This my club song

This this my club song

I'm at the bar getting tore back drinking booze

So many places to go, so many people to see

So many things to do, yo that's the life I lead

I stay busy like a beaver on speed

Breaking mother fucking z's like I'm chopping up trees

Always VIP when I step on the scene

And always last to leave when I'm doing my thing

I'm always double fisted when I'm up in the club

And never leaving alone 'cause you know I get love

I got the smooth mack to get the girls on their back

Laying flat looking like they had a heart attack

Now what you know about that partner, do the math

But you better add fast, I'm a put you on blast

Last laugh on my habit, I guarantee this

Your lady asked if she could grab it so I broke out my dick

Then I took the bitch home and boned all night long

And on my way out I heard the DJ playing this song

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I come out on a Friday, blazing down the highway

Fast lane, living life, doing things my way

I'm not trendy, I'm a trend setter

Don't follow trends 'cause my daddy taught me better

Original style, spray paint and a stencil

Rip 'n tear wear hear me blaze the instrumental

Coincidentally I don't want a Bentley

Never like diamonds, Gucci or Fendi

Brand names offend me, I'm puffing on sensi

Never pretend to be something that you're not

Like a tweaker on crystal meth, heating up the rock

That's played out

Pure destruction to my people

Make some noize come on I can't hear you

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