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| Crash Da Club (Remix) (Lil' Wyte) |
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[Lil' Wyte]
...ah yeah Hypnotize Mindswassup Lil' Wyte featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' clubthe REMIX!! - and its goin' down for you hoes
Like THIS!!...Multiple Memphis scaresoutlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hardbitch my blood inha-led by heart
When the fuck you gon' startrecognize that life is a game
And it's always the samethem dice you rolling ain't 'Bouta change
I'm snatchin' your chainreimbursing you with some pain
It's all over manein which direction he makes a zane
I ain't 'bout that fameI'm 'bout the cheeseand this 'Bouta bring
So fuck your hoe namewith you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard ta topshoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it - whatever I drop
But even your beef can't touch what I got
You wildin' or notif is so bring all your beef ta the spot
Hope you got your glockI'm strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop
So back your words upand keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or notits everlasting - ain't 'Bouta stop
[Hook: Lil Wyte - repeat 8X]
We 'Bouta Crash Da Club - throw some chairs
[DJ Scratching] Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something
[Juvenile]
Aiyo smoke somethingchoke somethingget real nice
We ain't gonfall on our face - but we gon' be right
Lookpolice ain't around when I do my dirt
Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work
You with them freaks - I be in the streets
Y'all be wearing them Bee's - I be wearing Ree's
Running wit' my g's from the U-T-P
This is where I'm gonna be until I D-I-E
Wodieit's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay
Where niggaz drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank
Bitch gatta say somethingerr' time
They never handle they buisnessbut staying in line
Seeking you will findthe loaded up .9
Wanted at 'cha cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 thats a-one-of-a-kind
Tooken up yo golds - nigga get ready ta blind
[Hook]
[Lil' Wyte]
I'm 'Bouta crash da clubbreak the law
Throw some chairscrack your jaw
If it's killing season - ain't no reason - ain't no need ta stale
I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
Non-stop-pop-from-the-top-of-the-clip-in-ya-glockI still don't feel you mane
Cause of thatground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo'
I must confesI ain't 'bout shitbut if you think ta cross me bitch
You'll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets bitch
Break da lawbreak your legcrash da club and crack your neck
Wit' these issues that I'm facing - daily I should tote a tec
Get respectthat's no optionall the haters filled with toxin'
Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin'
Causing problem - dodging bullets - soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage - making havoc reaction fuckin' with me
Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain
[Hook]
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