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[Intro: Deniro Farrar]
Yeah
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
Pull up to the club in the wide body beamers (beamers)
True religion jeans and they fresh up out the cleaners (cleaners)
Shawty bad as hell with a body like Serena (Serena)
Sticks on deck, I ain't talkin 'bout no ninas (ay)
Pull up to the club in the wide body beamers (beamers)
True religion jeans and they fresh up out the cleaners (cleaners)
Shawty bad as hell with a body like Serena (Serena)
Sticks on deck (juice), I ain't talkin 'bout no ninas (ay)
[Verse 1: Rocko]
Pull up to the club (club)
They know us at the club (how?)
We the ones in all them foreign cars at the club (ay look at me)
Everywhere we go, they show us love at the club (why?)
We them guys spendin' all the bucks at the club (what)
We them thugs standin' in the chairs in the club (doin' what?)
Throwin' our fingers in the air in club (ay)
Poppin' bottle after bottle of the bub in the club (ball)
We ballin' like a dawg, smokin' drugs in the club (yeah)
We be with them pretty fine girls in the club
We have them girls kissin' other girls in the club
All my niggas like Plaxico, we strapped in the club (bow)
Nigga play wit us, he get fucked up in the club (ay)
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
(Pull up, pull up)
Pull up to the club in the wide body beamers (beamers)
True religion jeans and they fresh up out the cleaners (cleaners)
Shawty bad as hell with a body like Serena (Serena)
Sticks on deck, I ain't talkin 'bout no ninas (ay)
Pull up to the club in the wide body beamers (beamers)
True religion jeans and they fresh up out the cleaners (cleaners)
Shawty bad as hell with a body like Serena (Serena)
Sticks on deck, I ain't talkin 'bout no ninas (ay)
[Verse 2: Derek Pope]
Alright I pull up to that club (which one?)
CCA, or like DOA, or like Cheetah's (yeah)
Re-up my weed, and give me some Cheetos ho
Then Frito Lays (then Frito Lays)
We goin' hard for a lil' bit but, G, we don't stay (nope)
'Cause sometimes I just wanna set tree ablaze
And don't feel hyped, and that's me today (right)
But sometimes, I really wanna hit that bottle with
A bad model bitch, get a ice bucket like ALS
But tell the server better not drop that shit (drop that shit)
Tell her pop that quick (pop that quick)
No mouse, but I got that clique (got that clique)
No house, but you got them bricks
Let me get lil' flip, game over to sober (ay)
Get brain in the Rover, after club, pass me the drugs
I don't start shit, won't catch me a slug
And she just gon' do, I don't ask for the fuck my G (my G)
In Westwood, same stage YG
Every white rapper tryin' to look like me
'Cause I been doin' this, pen movin' this club
So guess what this here hook might be
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
(Pull up, pull up)
Pull up to the club in the wide body beamers (beamers)
True religion jeans and they fresh up out the cleaners (cleaners)
Shawty bad as hell with a body like Serena (Serena)
Sticks on deck, I ain't talkin 'bout no ninas (ay)
Pull up to the club in the wide body beamers (beamers)
True religion jeans and they fresh up out the cleaners (cleaners)
Shawty bad as hell with a body like Serena (Serena,)
Sticks on deck, I ain't talkin 'bout no ninas (ay)
[Verse 3: Chippass]
Born in the mob (yang)
I'm focused on money (money)
I shine when it's sunny (yeah)
The bitches they love me (chippass)
Bitches they love me (really)
No home trainin', my niggas they wild (yang)
We shuttin' it down (down)
We holdin' the crown, blowin' that loud (yang)
To calm us down (yeah)
Ain't makin' a sound
These niggas is Brandy, they wanna be down (fuck 'em)
All in the club, blowin' these woods (chippass)
Rollin' up good (yeah)
Head to toe, my squad we fresh (fresh)
We all dressed (dressed)
Killin' these niggas ain't feelin' these niggas (fuck 'em)
They all bitch (bitch)
I'm in the club, sippin' this heem
Big stacks don't bend (chippass)
I'm all on the couch, throwin' them bands (yeah)
Me and the fam (yeah)
Big weed, Wiz Khalifa (yeah)
Twenty-eight grams (yeah)
All to myself, I'm taxin' niggas
I'm Uncle Sam... (Chippass)
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
(Pull up, pull up)
Pull up to the club in the wide body beamers (beamers)
True religion jeans and they fresh up out the cleaners (cleaners)
Shawty bad as hell with a body like Serena (Serena)
Sticks on deck, I ain't talkin 'bout no ninas (ay)
Pull up to the club in the wide body beamers (beamers)
True religion jeans and they fresh up out the cleaners (cleaners)
Shawty bad as hell with a body like Serena (Serena)
Sticks on deck, I ain't talkin 'bout no ninas (ay)
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[Chorus: Big Rome & Young Flacs]
You know my state line to all my bitches
And I throw up gang signs in all my pictures
When you fuckin' with the gang shit get maney
We all up in the building really peelin' it's the daily (ay)
Heat tucked in my jeans
Gone off a molly everybody on E
When you fuckin' with the gang shit get maney
We all up in the building really peelin' it's the daily
[Verse 2: Big Rome]
We six deep in the rental
Hella drank and a pistol
The best summer's in Modesto
But San Jo got the best hoes
I pop bars with my all stars
On the wrestle I could never [?] the cop cars
I'm gettin' drunk on a Thursday
All my ex-hoes say I'm thirsty
And when you chill with Young Flacs you get hella hoes
And everybody love a player from the [?]
I'm gettin' high, blowin' in this bitch
Let me in the [?] now I'm with the shits
Back that ass up like a Juvenile song
And if you ain't fucked up then you're doing it wrong
She got cake like her birthday
She let me hit it on the first date
[Chorus: Big Rome & Young Flacs]
You know my state line to all my bitches
And I throw up gang signs in all my pictures
When you fuckin' with the gang shit get maney
We all up in the building really peelin' it's the daily (ay)
Heat tucked in my jeans
Gone off a molly everybody on E
When you fuckin' with the gang shit get maney
We all up in the building really peelin' it's the daily
[Verse 2: Young Flacs]
Big Rome and Young Flacs in the mix
We sippin' on some [?], posted 'bout to knock a bitch
Real recognize real so we fuckin' wit it
We all up in the building, best believe we gon' fuckin' get it
Shout out to my cuddy Rome from Santa Rita block
Came all the way to [?] Slimmy Loco, yeah that mean a lot
West Modesto, we locked in
We strive for better days, for my brothers, we rockin'
These bitches don't mean nothin'
I'm sippin' and I'm puffin'
[?] with the combo if you ain't about fuckin'
So I'm coolin', sippin' Henny with some coochie killas
Bunch of players choppin' game man there's nothing realer
It's raining game in the streets of California
The bay be goin' maney, makin' bangers 'cause we on bruh
And yeah I fucks with mi gente
Shout out to all my folks who be fuckin' wit it [?]
[Chorus: Big Rome & Young Flacs]
You know my state line to all my bitches
And I throw up gang signs in all my pictures
When you fuckin' with the gang shit get maney
We all up in the building really peelin' it's the daily (ay)
Heat tucked in my jeans
Gone off a molly everybody on E
When you fuckin' with the gang shit get maney
We all up in the building really peelin' it's the daily
[Outro: Big Rome & Young Flacs]
Heat tucked in my jeans
Gone off a molly everybody on E
When you fuckin' with the gang shit get maney
We all up in the building really peelin' it's the daily
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lady (feat. feez)
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[Verse 1: Dylan Owen]
It's been a year and six months since I passed to you
The torch inside of an old flame I had for you
We un-light our cigarettes, time moves backwards
And I can burn everything I have from you
I am in place, I can face when they take me to that avenue
But I cannot erase what you have to do
Pencil lead scratches on you backtrack and attitude
I can re-trace the steps with a map that we've long since traveled through
And this is different than our pattern's been
I watch you cover up your body like you're visiting the Vatican
And I can scratch something off my bucket list, yeah
Yeah, like this is not the girl I was in love with
You brought a clock and, with hours, you were beautiful
And brought a shock and a flower for your funeral
I don't even think that I could find those times gold
I stole my soul back out of the mind hole
If all that glitters ain't gold then I literally can't cope
Something in my blind hope blocking out the sunlight
That gave you those freckles to begin with
And I'm impeccable and finished with this
[Chorus: Dylan Owen]
I didn't think that I would see her again
And now I do, and I can't believe my eyes
Written on her face is mystery that I don't think I ever knew
And I cannot stand to see, in time
'Cause over the years, our hope to stay in touch broke up
And this is why I didn't wanna break it up, I miss it
I hope that the guy that she's sleeping with fuckin' stays sleeping
Next time she goes to wake him up and kiss him (uh)
[Verse 2: Dylan Owen]
And this is all my songs unfinished and my strong voice savored
Thinkin' maybe you'll return to me if I call later
Maybe you would notice if I wrote it on your wallpaper
Off key like a broken piano, I shake the lock right off your door, baby
I guess you did what you had to do
And let it add on to your attitude
If I were you, I'd be tied up
I wouldn't be proud of anything that I've done
Maybe I'm haunted by my memory, a bit too neurotic
Maybe I don't want to spend another New Year's missin' you
Forgotten 'bout my blue tears
Is it too ironic how I shake off my boots here
True fears, gripping to the bottom of your loose shears
Like I confess that I lose it
And it's true that my time is always spent on my music
But I am not the type of guy who'd ever leave his best friends
Hanging in dust, I miss the magic of your touch
[Chorus: Dylan Owen]
I didn't think that I would see her again
And now I do, and I can't believe my eyes
Written on her face is mystery that I don't think I ever knew
And I cannot stand to see, in time
'Cause over the years, our hope to stay in touch broke up
And this is why I didn't wanna break it up, I miss it
I hope that the guy that she's sleeping with fuckin' stays sleeping
Next time she goes to wake him up and kiss him
[Bridge: Dylan Owen]
And so we move in slow motion, and so we move in slow motion
And this life goes by too fast
And so we move in slow motion, and so we move in slow motion
And this life goes by too fast (Spadez)
[Chorus: Dylan Owen]
I didn't think that I would see her again
And now I do, and I can't believe my eyes
Written on her face is mystery that I don't think I ever knew
And I cannot stand to see, in time
'Cause over the years, our hope to stay in touch broke up
And this is why I didn't wanna break it up, I miss it
I hope that the guy that she's sleeping with fuckin' stays sleeping
Next time she goes to wake him up and kiss him
[Outro: Dylan Owen]
I didn't think that I would see her again
And now I do, and I can't believe my eyes
Written on her face is mystery that I don't think I ever knew
And I cannot stand to see, in time
Over the years, our hope to stay in touch broke up
And this is why I didn't wanna break it up, I miss it
I hope that the guy that she's sleeping with fuckin' stays sleeping
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flip that (feat. campa)
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[Intro: Campa]
Hey
Man, we fresh out the tofu house right now
Here we go
[Verse: Campa]
Fuckin' with this asian bitch with a ass so lavish
Yeah she don't eat salad, but she speak that Spanish (hola)
And stack that cabbage, I need a rabid bitch
Hoppin' on my dick all rabbit and shit (rabbit and shit?)
Yeah, my dick she handlin' while I eat a slice of the mandarin
I'm addicted to fuckin' with you, fuckin' with her while she tying my shoes
The cum on her shirt look extra white, girl why'd you have to wear baby blue?
Oh, you act brand new? Then it's time to get used
Meet me in the bathroom, and I could turn that mouth into a vacuum
I'm a vulture, I'm a vulture, I could rape yo culture
I could take yo girlfriend, and put her in a whirlwind
I'm on a roll, I'm out here dope as fuck
Stuck, but I'm on the go
Just give me that zip bitch, and we could flip that shit 'til we off the floor
[Chorus: Campa]
Woo, woo
And we flip that shit 'til we off the (uh)
Woo, woo
'Til we flip that shit, 'til we flip that shit, 'til we flip that shit, 'til we flip that, flip that, flip that, flip that, flip that shit 'til we (bang)
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
[Outro: Campa]
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
I don't even rap no mo, so...you know
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melody (feat. redhouse)
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spadez type beat
03:38
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personal celebrity
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love song
03:46
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