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(Project Pat f) Lil Wyte

Crash Da Clubs

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[Verse One: Lil Wyte]Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit barsGripp`in your nina hard, bitch my blood inhated by heartWhen I buck you gonna start recognize life is a gameAnd it`s always the same them dice you rolling ain`t bout to changeI`m snatch your chain, reimbursing you with some painIt`s all over mane in which direction he make inzaneI ain`t bout that fame I`m bout the cheese, that this bout to bringSo fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some thingsI`m starting allover with composition sticky like dojaAnd I thought I told ya when I come thru I`m crushing like bouldersI`m hard to top shoot at plenty I bet it gonna knock,Whatever I drop, but even your bitch can touch whatever I gotYou wildin or not is so bring your beef to the spotHope that you got your glock I`m strapped with no hesitance to popSo back your words up and keep on choking out on that cockYou like it or not its everlasting, ain`t bout to stop[Chorus: repeat 7X]We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some`in[Verse Two: Lil Wyte]Rotten core to the bone with no way home and destination bitchI see you flying blind and you implying that I been trading bitchAnd I helped you out and I put your name across the nation bitchAnd I got the champ It`s all the jealously up in you bitchNow how do you think you going to get a piece of my wealthI created and sculpted, molded and made myselfI`m furiously gifted, lyrically raised in hellIf you want it, come get it you better brace yourselfMy provocative rocket wetting hoes on sightInteractive disaster crucial a pond your flightBetter watch I will ride especially at nightI got a bullet in chamber coming at you that read WyteSo before you come tricking you better think about lifeYou only got one you see and you better live it rightRide or die is my terms and I aint getting fucked twiceThink you gone come out of here, come on bitch roll your dice[Chorus: repeat 8X]We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some`in[Verse Three: Lil Wyte]I`m bout to crash, the clubs break da lawThrow some chairs, crack your jawIf it`s killing season aint no reason aint no need to stopI`m the one put here to absorb all this energy and painNone stop pop from the top of the clip in glock I still don`t feel you maneCause of that gram of coke and now I`m puffin a pound of droWhen I`m on that level and with my killas you will be found on the floorI must confess I aint about shitBut if you think to cross me bitchYou`ll end up stankey, walk the plankey, and empty out your pockets bitchBreak da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neckWith these issues that I`m facing daily, I should tote a tecGet respect that`s no option, all the hater filled with toxic `inWalk right thru the center of the crowd and pistols gets to floss` inCausing problem dodge` in bullets soon as I corrupt the sceneLeaving damage making havoc reaction fuck`in with meChair to your bizack go thru my head when you ignite the flameLead to your bizack of your head before it hit your brain[Chorus: repeat 8X]We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some`in

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