my club
• Written by traplorddiamond
my club going up up all the way up
Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup
I was small with my skinny butt
Well, um, there's a but
I know you're mad, but so what
Pardon me if i'm sweating you but
Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut so shut up
A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much
When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch
No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch
Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust
You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but
Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt
Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front
Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch
Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
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traplorddiamond
Member since March 30 2015