Текст песни Youngbloodz - Booty Club Playa
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hookYou`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 freeLookin` dead at me, finna` get me for what I gotTattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hotNow I`m almost out the door, one hour left before they closeShawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothesSmellin` good, lil` shawty ?"Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?"And he did, so it`s on, dj play my favorite songShake em` off, she shook em` off, I broke her offPut the money in her thongAll night long these nigga lookin` at me like I`m wrongDon`t where your playa` partner, do dis` thang til` the money gonehook(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 twoAnd who do I see at the end of the bar?It`s that booty club playa, the same one without no carSpendin` his mad little ends on some ass and his friendsAnd now the night begins as I hit the gentlemensAnd then after then, I`m a` go and head over to Magic CityWhere I can get slizzard some mo`, and see alot mo` tittiesAnd bitties actin` shitty for somethin` they ain`t gotSo look here shawty, it ain`t no need you gettin` hotFor as I take another shot, up on them rocksNow let me see dat` thang, as I proceed to blow the spothook(Sean Paul)My fare lookin` shawt, done spent all my changeAin`t even got .35 to call a cab manNigga I`m big pistol, drank another drank of win`On the dance wit` cha`Shawty really, want me to come home wit` herChargin` five hundred, but I ain`t got it to give herPut my paper down, cut her up like a swisherDamn, I`m that club bandit, nigga they call me misterThat nigga in the club payin` bills to your sister(J-Bo)Now once again, I go crunk off in the backWit` my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the Lac`And now it`s on the crack, and we actin`, and cuttin` the foolFor every benjamin that we spend ain`t nothin` coolSo I`m a` let you know, just in case you didn`t knowThat them Attic Crew boys steppin` in just for the lowAnd 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 storehook