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YoungBloodZ - Booty Club Playa lyrics
hook You'se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp) A hit the club, spend the dub (ol' sucka-ass self) (x4) (Sean Paul) When I hit the GC, my money buckled ?? These hoes shakin' they ass, but they ain't shakin' it for free Lookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot Now I'm almost out the door, one hour left before they close Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes Smellin' good, lil' shawty ? "Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?" And he did, so it's on, dj play my favorite song Shake em' off, she shook em' off, I broke her off Put the money in her thong All night long these nigga lookin' at me like I'm wrong Don't where your playa' partner, do dis' thang til' the money gone hook (J-Bo) It's Friday night, so what the hell is their to do? I guess I'll hit club Niggas and go and get a drank or two And who do I see at the end of the bar? It's that booty club playa, the same one without no car Spendin' his mad little ends on some ass and his friends And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens And then after then, I'm a' go and head over to Magic City Where I can get slizzard some mo', and see alot mo' titties And bitties actin' shitty for somethin' they ain't got So look here shawty, it ain't no need you gettin' hot For as I take another shot, up on them rocks Now let me see dat' thang, as I proceed to blow the spot hook (Sean Paul) My fare lookin' shawt, done spent all my change Ain't even got .35 to call a cab man Nigga I'm big pistol, drank another drank of win' On the dance wit' cha' Shawty really, want me to come home wit' her Chargin' five hundred, but I ain't got it to give her Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher Damn, I'm that club bandit, nigga they call me mister That nigga in the club payin' bills to your sister (J-Bo) Now once again, I go crunk off in the back Wit' my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the Lac' And now it's on the crack, and we actin', and cuttin' the fool For every benjamin that we spend ain't nothin' cool So I'm a' let you know, just in case you didn't know That them Attic Crew boys steppin' in just for the low And if you ain't wit' it, then deal wit' it, I gotsta go Cause we ain't bout' no games, and you can take that to the store hook |
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