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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Members Only
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
G. Foster
Producción
Members Only
Producción
Letra
[Verse 1]
Keith Foster make it bang
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 2]
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
Got money on my time and ain't no time for no bitch
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
And I know you bitches see us **** shine in this shit
And the reason for that, 'cause we grindin' for this
Members only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
Members only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
[Verse 3]
Members Only in this bitch, suck my dick, little bitch
Ratchet in this bitch, so you know I'm on that fuck shit
Yeah, Boss with double G's and a new chopstick
If a **** try me, I'ma bust that bitch
Ayy, hol' up, roll-up, in a drop top (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Where they at? Bentley lit, that's the hot spot
I'm in this bitch, ayo
Yeah, 'dem boys, you know we, tryna go home, playa' (What up hoe?)
[Verse 4]
On the block, hit my jack, when ya comin' through? (When ya comin' through?)
You would think I'm B.I.G the way I get the loot (The way I get the loot)
Both eyes wide open, they look at you (Huh)
Huh, she been acting messy and she think it's cute
That ain't gas in yo' blunt, boy, you smokin' boof (Boy, you smokin' boof)
Want a coupe wit' my bitch, hangin' out the roof (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
If it's pressure, we gon' bust, don't play me for a fool
Don't move 'cause my goons clenchin' on the tool (Huh)
Betty Boop, shawty, she love how I groove (She love how I groove)
What I do, I know other **** wanna do (What they wanna do)
Huh, copy cattin' **** movin' how I move (How I move)
When my platoon walk in the room, you better keep it cool
[Verse 5]
Yuh, huh, yuh, top notch (Yuh)
I'ma crack the ****, no crack rock, uh (Ayy, ayy)
Five-five, uh
Hit a **** wit' the .4-5-5, uh (Huh, yah)
Got a **** runnin' like he hopscotch, uh
I don't talk crazy, I'm about my, uh (Ayy)
Choke a **** out, 6-1-9 (Hey, yuh)
6-1-9
[Verse 6]
I might black
Just don't call me back, I'ma pop a flat
Make 'em nap
Runnin' fuckin' laps, they like “Bass relax”
Where you at?
Where I lay my head is where I lay my stacks
It's the gang
Members Only took ya' soul, no coming back
[Verse 7]
What you think? (Bitch)
Pull up to the clan hella deep (Bitch)
And they crazy, they put you to sleep (Bitch)
My **** be wildin' they all need a shrink (Uh, huh)
I got your bitch smiling she wet like a sink
I'm guessing she island, the pussy was pink
I'm smoking exotic my eyes hella chink (Uhu)
Let's get on the beat, the choppa might ring (Ayy!)
[Verse 8]
Smokin' green like Yoshi (Uh)
We don't fuck with phonies (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I feel like Tony (Uh)
My shoota keep that 40 (Uh, uh)
I can't never trust a ho, the devil keep no phony (Uh)
Ya mama run up on me when she wanna be escorted (Uh, uh, uh)
I hit her, hit her
She call me, “Mister, Mister” (Uh, uh)
Just the other day she called while I was fuckin' on her sister
That shit ain't hard (Uh), that shit is really simple (Uh, uh)
Talk down, get popped like you a pimple (Pimple)
I can't lie, Ratchet bleedin' like a menstrual (Uh, uh)
Input, you can't keep up with my mental (Uh, uh)
My teeth shine, I'ma go right to the dental (Uh, uh)
She suck my, she gon' blow it like a candle
[Verse 9]
Blowin' on me like a candle (Candle)
Suckin' on me like a vacuum
Members Only got a million opponents but none of them look like a match (Ooh)
Livin' this and that's a fact, triple 6 on the back of the Cadillac
License plate, up and down, I-10, ridin' with Roach and Tank (Woo)
[Verse 10]
Members Only be the clique (Huh), suck a dick, lil' bitch (Uhu)
Dope in the air (What, what?), disappear in the mist
I don't give a damn about this fuckin' rap shit
But I do like they way I sound on my ad-libs (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 11]
Members Only be the motherfuckin' clique (Be the clique)
Had to dip and left a message on her lip (On her lip)
Bentley shit, I throw up B's just like I'm sick (Yah, yah, yah)
Gone through relationships like Tarantino hit
You think she wifey but she bench pressin' them dicks (Yah, yah, yah)
Master Splinter, boy, the way I hold a stick (Yah, yah, yah)
I predict me and my **** gettin' rich (Yah, yah, yah)
And if you posted like a stamp, then you get licked (Bitch)
Written by: Members Only