| Lyrics: | {Lil' Wayne}
Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the do'
Squed up, squed up, fuck that
nigga at the back
Squed up, squed up, fuck y'all
{Lil' Wayne}
Listen
Now when
we slide up in the club, we come in and do thangs
About every car that you name, on twenty-two
thangs
We likely to have a few drinks, beat up a few lanes
Spittin game at a cute thang,
make her get a crew brain
All the Heinekens in mo' if it ain't dro we don't want it
Cut my
song on homie, yeah, that squad shit we own it
Droopy high come see the future, we livin for the
moment
Whole sucka on corners, the dance floor up pistols on it
And everybody know you fuck
up, we killin ya
The whole club familia' with my familia
Chicken heads Boriquas gon' follow
where I go
I ain't got nothing for them but a dick and a taco ?
And everybody know right
where the gat me when they dap
? put yo eyes right when you lap me
And I ain't come to sign
shit, unless it's a bar tappin
I ain't takin no pictures unless I'm palm in ?
Where the fuck
y'all?
{Chorus: Mack 10}
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let
the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in
the club
{Mack 10}
L.A. let the thugs in the club
A-T-L let the thugs in the
club
Chi-town let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us
love
{B.G.}
I like shinin' but dogg I'm in love with thuggin
I like clubbin but I
get off when I'm beefin and bustin
I got a Bentley, Beemeh', Benz, Lex
Got a bullet proof
Hummer for just creepin on 'sess
I got a roley, matter fact bout three or fou'
Got a couple
of neck pieces |
