LYRIC
Dripping off my fingertips
Tell me how you like that shit
Imma let you get off quick
Once I get inside that’s it
Imma shoot the club up
Shoot the club up
Imma shoot the club up
Imma shoot the club up
Shoot the club up
Imma shoot the club up
Tore the club up
Then I shot yo club up
I might love her
Ain’t use no rubber
She said don’t worry bout that shit
You know I’m safe
I said don’t matter anyway
Bitch it’s too late
Raw dog is a never
I know I know better
Let her get on top
She came all on my Gucci sweater
Hope this not a set up
She just want some feta
Lеt her get me for my dough
No I can’t go nеver
Million dollar nuts
All up in her guts
Let shoot a movie cut
These hoes I cannot trust
Different diamond cuts
My chains all tangled up
Is it love or lust
I think I’m finna bust
Imma shoot the club up
Shoot the club up
Imma shoot the club up
Imma shoot the club up
Shoot the club up
Imma shoot the club up
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