Lyrics

Club jumping don't stop, off top But you know we only go to two o' clock Put your motherfucking hood up It's the weekend Drop it, back That ass up Bitches get to freaking Last call Club jumping don't stop, off top But you know we only go to two o' clock Put your motherfucking hood up It's the weekend Put your motherfucking hood up It's the weekend Drop it, back That ass O yeah, I'm ready Go ahead and pour a couple shots Grey goose with a lil bit of juice Liquid courage just trying to produce Cuz I'm up fucked up Throwed down on this red cup See these women all mixed up Trying to grab one I can pick up God damn Thinking like O man Got to sober up quickly doe The fastest way that I can Sipping on that white Don't fuck with no brown Club is packed got fine women That bass shaking the ground Seen shorties profile Like a figure 8 skin mocha Trying get a taste Had to get her no time to waste Walk up before she does escape Ask her name as I approach See I'm flossing down to roll Bank big on swiss roll Got her thinking if she get close All this shit that she in for Thing is I got one night Down to chill if the times right Pimp shit no gimp shit Too many for me to pick with That's real shit so don't trip Why stop with this one chick If I can touchdown and just get six Club jumping don't stop, off top But you know we only go to two o' clock Put your motherfucking hood up It's the weekend Drop it, back That ass up Bitches get to freaking Last call Club jumping don't stop, off top But you know we only go to two o' clock Put your motherfucking hood up It's the weekend Put your motherfucking hood up It's the weekend Drop it, back That ass Debonair what I do portray Gold fronts she trying taste Bossed up been bout cake Iced out been frost up Got that poison all mixed up Bad broads Say they down to roll All that matter is I'm in control In the parking lot just flaunting doe Coke bottle with skimpy clothes Indica blowing out my nose Niggaz mad they ain't getting play It's a candy shop gotta pick my taste Damn I'm loving ya caramel White frost in this carousel In the club do it very well Sweet talk em to I got em hooked Then I look move on to the next This pimp shit I get down with Got these women perplexed I'm good nigga,no stress P.L.P. at its best Parking lot just pimping hoe's Box Chevy's on 28's Paint candy wood grain handy Trying ride wit a boss, keep it straight Better do ya job or you smelling exhaust Sure enough I'm a floss cuz I got it though Tipping on them With the Lexani's Pimp shit, where a nigga find me Rose gold, see a nigga shining Club jumping don't stop, off top But you know we only go to two o' clock Put your motherfucking hood up It's the weekend Drop it, back That ass up Bitches get to freaking Last call Club jumping don't stop, off top But you know we only go to two o' clock Put your motherfucking hood up It's the weekend Put your motherfucking hood up It's the weekend Drop it, back That ass
Writer(s): Charles Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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