"Leave The Club" lyrics
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When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
When y'all people gon' learn
Ain't a day go by
We gettin' [?] and E.Y
We want the whole pie
Daddy Parker style
Three sixty-five
Stay on the grind
Always getting enforced by the business, cash they flippin' it
Man it's ridiculous the cops wanna know
How we gettin' dough
Nine in a hole everybody lay low
The fiends want credit 24/7
But people think we pimpin'
These boys are shabby
Things kinda heavy
Iced out spaghetti
Chopper stay lit
You might as well forget it
Think you're runnin' up
Boy, you get stuck
Sticks on deck, you can look but don't touch
Boy we got five, your ass might fry
Hollow points fly from the big four five
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
Gon' learn the hard way
We be on the curb
How the thugs pile in
Dark Boy Shane, autographed J's
Jam squad, Vegas, now the chickens wanna wait
We so hood, bossy 'cause we could
Ballin' and we good
Eat a Dutch or backwood
Touchin' the blunt
Every time we stunt
Mean grillin'
Stayin' strapped
Cocky like the run
Better get your vest up
Damn them Beretta
Hit you with the lum about the size of a Lexa
Make no mistake
We be reppin' days
Send your mammy flowers, pay homage to your grave
Booms got loot
Green like the truth
Fatigue countin' bees
Yeah the block be loose
My soldiers puttin' down
Flippin' them pounds
My niggas play percussion
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
When y'all people gon' learn
Ain't a day go by
We gettin' [?] and E.Y
We want the whole pie
Daddy Parker style
Three sixty-five
Stay on the grind
Always getting enforced by the business, cash they flippin' it
Man it's ridiculous the cops wanna know
How we gettin' dough
Nine in a hole everybody lay low
The fiends want credit 24/7
But people think we pimpin'
These boys are shabby
Things kinda heavy
Iced out spaghetti
Chopper stay lit
You might as well forget it
Think you're runnin' up
Boy, you get stuck
Sticks on deck, you can look but don't touch
Boy we got five, your ass might fry
Hollow points fly from the big four five
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
Gon' learn the hard way
We be on the curb
How the thugs pile in
Dark Boy Shane, autographed J's
Jam squad, Vegas, now the chickens wanna wait
We so hood, bossy 'cause we could
Ballin' and we good
Eat a Dutch or backwood
Touchin' the blunt
Every time we stunt
Mean grillin'
Stayin' strapped
Cocky like the run
Better get your vest up
Damn them Beretta
Hit you with the lum about the size of a Lexa
Make no mistake
We be reppin' days
Send your mammy flowers, pay homage to your grave
Booms got loot
Green like the truth
Fatigue countin' bees
Yeah the block be loose
My soldiers puttin' down
Flippin' them pounds
My niggas play percussion
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
When y'all people gon' learn
Them po' boys ain't gon' leave the curb
What they do next, get that money
Flippin' car jacks, here we go
