This is for the people that are drinking in a club
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The people getting' drunk, the people getting fucked up
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We in the back smoking buds, spinning records, spitting flows so high
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Melt the ice off your necklace so keep your head bobbin'
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'Cause your neck you know it's fat
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I always come prepared for anybody want to snap back
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Low key holding shop let me get my groove on
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Back up five feet and let me get my groove on
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And my drink on, and my smoke on
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Then go home with, something to poke on
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I do my own thing, I make big moves
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I ride big wheels, I fill big shoes
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This my club song
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This this my club song so put your hands up like what yeah
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This my dance song
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This this my dance song so lean back, lean back
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This my club song
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This this my club song
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I'm at the bar getting tore back drinking booze
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This my dance song
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This this my dance song so lean back, lean back
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This the anthem so throw your damn hands up
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This the anthem so throw your damn hands up
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This my club song
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This this my club song
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I'm at the bar getting tore back drinking booze
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So many places to go, so many people to see
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So many things to do, yo that's the life I lead
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I stay busy like a beaver on speed
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Breaking mother fucking z's like I'm chopping up trees
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Always VIP when I step on the scene
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And always last to leave when I'm doing my thing
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I'm always double fisted when I'm up in the club
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And never leaving alone 'cause you know I get love
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I got the smooth mack to get the girls on their back
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Laying flat looking like they had a heart attack
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Now what you know about that partner, do the math
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But you better add fast, I'm a put you on blast
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Last laugh on my habit, I guarantee this
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Your lady asked if she could grab it so I broke out my dick
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Then I took the bitch home and boned all night long
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And on my way out I heard the DJ playing this song
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I come out on a Friday, blazing down the highway
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Fast lane, living life, doing things my way
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I'm not trendy, I'm a trend setter
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Don't follow trends 'cause my daddy taught me better
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Original style, spray paint and a stencil
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Rip 'n tear wear hear me blaze the instrumental
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Coincidentally I don't want a Bentley
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Never like diamonds, Gucci or Fendi
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Brand names offend me, I'm puffing on sensi
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Never pretend to be something that you're not
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Like a tweaker on crystal meth, heating up the rock
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That's played out
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Pure destruction to my people
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Make some noize come on I can't hear you
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This My Club Song
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Kottonmouth Kings |