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Chorus I seen yo b-tch in the club (And she comin' with me) She popp'n bottles, sipp'n bub (In the V.I.P.) On the dance floor makin' love (Got her grindn' on me) I'm 'bout to make her change teams (She 'bout to sign with me) I seen yo b-tch in the club Verse 1 I flipped her name Switched her game Go yo chick runn'n 'round tasten' thangs Yeah, she in mad heat Cuz she pop it up and down for Feloni Go ahead Send a drink See if you get some She gon' play yo ass off like them Detroit Pistons She gon' stall you now Like Mike Jones say She want them ballers now You's a young-chump-punk-ass-wanna-be And all the hatin' that you do Don't bother me I still wear the beam low Pop Costi Tees And if the popo show They don't f-ck with me Cuz my 7 Mile dogs ain't afraid to squeeze Did I step on yo toe? Excuse me, please But yo b-tch chose me as the V.I.P. Now I'm out this mucthaf-cka' like O.D.B. Chorus I seen you b-tch in the club (And she comin' with me) She popp'n bottles Sipp'n bub (In the V.I.P.) On the dance floor makin' love (Got her grind'n on me) I'm 'bout to make her changes teams She 'bout to sign with me I seen yo b-tch in the club Verse 2 (T. Church) When I stepped up in the club They knew I was paid I was ball'n in that muthaf-cka' like Dwayne Wade It's T.C., baby I'ma ball 'till I fall I'm iced out shinning like a disco ball And I came on 20z So I'm leavin' with a 10 Recruit'n in this muthaf-cka' like a GM And I see yo girl look'n at me from afar And I'm about to buy that--Shh!--a drink from the bar Now I'm gett'n in her ear So I can run my game (My name's Dynees) My name is-- (I already know your name) Well would you mind if I talk with you Take a walk with you Over here in the corner in the dark with you Where yo man can't see Cuz like Darnell Jones It's where you want to be Gotta' make yo decision cuz I got you on the clock With you on my team I'd have the game on lock Chorus I seen yo b-tch in the club (And she comin with me) She popp'n bottles, sipp'n bub (In the V.I.P.) On the dance floor makin' love (Got her grind'n on me) I'm 'bout to make her changes teams She 'bout to sign with me I seen yo b-tch in the club Verse 3 They say I got the odds against me But who can't win When I'm rock'n mutchaf-ckaz with my spins I don't f-ck with that Cris Patron's my sin Been an OG Ain't no need to pretend See, hard is as hard does (WTF) I ain't gotta' rock Jordans to get the butt I just stick my tongue out Watch her n-tt Then it's overtime, B Get yo pimp'n up Break (R2X) I know yo n-gga hate me now I know yo n-gga hate me now I know yo n-gga hate me now Go ahead let him hate me now
Writer(s): Trish R. Best, Terrance Church Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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