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- Lilβ Wyte - Crash Da Club Lyrics
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- (feat. Juvenile)
- [Lil' Wyte]
- ...ah yeah Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte featuring Juvenile
- Crash the mothafuckin' club, the REMIX!! - and its goin' down for you hoes
- Like THIS!!...Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
- Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inha-led by heart
- When the fuck you gon' start, recognize that life is a game
- And it's always the same, them dice you rolling ain't 'Bouta change
- I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
- It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane
- I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese, and this 'Bouta bring
- So fuck your hoe name, with 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 top, shoot 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 not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot
- Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop
- So back your words up, and keep on choking out on that cock
- You like it or not, its 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 something, choke something, get real nice
- We ain't gon, fall on our face - but we gon' be right
- Look, police 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
- Wodie, it'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 something, err' time
- They never handle they buisness, but staying in line
- Seeking you will find, the 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 club, break the law
- Throw some chairs, crack 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-glock, I still don't feel you mane
- Cause of that, ground 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 confes, I ain't 'bout shit, but if you think ta cross me bitch
- You'll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets bitch
- Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
- Wit' these issues that I'm facing - daily I should tote a tec
- Get respect, that's no option, all 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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