Lyrics

Gimme 20 Dollars Ron Browz No wifing in the club Gimme twenty dollars Gimme twenty dollars Gimme twenty dollars No wifing in the club Rose got me bent all night I've been watching you got short pinned all night She a barbie and you been playing kent all night You a sucka she got you for your rent all night Play ya position in the club or gimme 20 dollarz No kissing in the club or gimme 20 dollarz No tricking in the club or gimme 20 dollarz You on a mission in the club so gimme 20 dollarz No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!) No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!) (They ain't ready-ready!) No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!) No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!) No wifin in the club! I can't cuff in the club, I ain't officer ricky JH flashy, fly like a frisbee Tea Bagz the movement, ya'll still with me (I'm still here) The boy shake down, we runz the cityy You know the motto, we keepz it gwinnin Rose bottles, yes we sippin Haze in the air, yes we piffin Told you before, still dippin like lipton No wifin in the club! Nah gimme 20 dollarz for all you trickin Gimme 20 dollarz for Mmm Mmm kissin All you lovers, ya'll do the wifin I'll be the plumber, I'll do the pipin Tea Bag boys, sippin on bubb Usher ass niggahz makin love in the club Big big tipper, Me Cafe Bitch don't like me then she must (hey!) be gay No wifin in the club! DJ Self, sittin in a tree, k-I-s-s-I-n-g I won't eat her, I just beat her I call her a spare tire, pull her out when I need her And she sneaky (sneaky), real sneaky (sneaky) All the Tea Bag boyz call her freaky Straight to the telly, never pass no dub Cause you never see self in the club in lovee No wifin in the club! You put me in a pot, I'm boiling hot (hot!) You wanna shop, girl I hope you got(got!) Me a trick, I think that's not (nope!) Fuck with Sha, I have you on the block (uh-huh!) Poppy stop, a hundred on the spot (wooo!) Bring it back so I could stack (like this!) Bring that ass so I could slap (like that!) Sha money, just like that (Uhh!) No wifin in the club! No handcuffin, it's over for that wife shit I'm on my jerk dog, fuck two dyke shit Tall, red bone, 6'2" blonde nice tits And they got they own cush, just how I like it It's kingking no buying shots of patron I got the cali burner, one more round and I'm gone Young Tea Bag Picasso and pimpin is my art So save that holdin hand shit for ya man in central park
Writer(s): Rondell Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out