| Step up in the club you remember me
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| Bottle service VIP but I don’t drink
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| Club packed and it’s filled with some super freaks
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| Freaks yeah freaks and they on me
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| I left my girl at home, ran into a trap
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| Hood-rats but they bad trying to kidnap
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| They trying to take me home but I’m faithful
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| They doing all these tricks but I can’t go
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| Gotta look out, get my money and book out
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| All this mean here, this ain’t a club it’s a cook out
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| It’s like the army, bringing the big guns out
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| They know I’m balling, so they lining up in the dug out
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| All this ass make a nigga bite his fist off
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| And I’ma leave the club all pissed off
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| Get home to my girl clothes ripped off
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| And I’ma make her do it until I get soft
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| You trying to take me home
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| But I’m trying to be faithful
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| You wear
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| Girl you wanna make me go like
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| (Ohh wow, Goddamn)
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| You make me wanna go
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| (Ohh wow, Goddamn)
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| You make me wanna go |