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lil wyte - crash da club (remix) feat. juvenile كلمات الأغنية

[lil’ wyte]
…ah yeah hypnotize minds, w-ssup lil’ wyte featuring juvenile
crash the mothaf-ckin’ club, the remix!! – and its goin’ down for you hoes
like this!!…multiple memphis scares, outlining your insides wit’ bars
grippin’ your nina hard, b-tch my blood hata by heart
when the f-ck 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 sn-tchin’ 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 f-ck 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 c-ck
you like it or not, its everlasting – ain’t ’bouta stop

[hook: lil’ wyte – repeat 8x]
we ’bouta crash da club – throw some chedda
[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 n-gg-z drank v.s.o.p. until they breath stank
b-tch 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 – n-gg- 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

- lil wyte

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