CLUB SONG

got um talkin bout this my favorite Club song

its Smac-kin....ev ery time it Come on

i Black-out....cuz i got my Drunk on

wake up talkin bout this my favorite Club song (male)

got um talkin bout this my favorite Club song

its Smackin....ev ery time it Come on

i Blackout....cuz i got my Drunk on

wake up talkin bout this my favorite Club song (female) 

get ya Fits out...n ya Kicks outs

get ya Ice out... bring ya Whips outs

ballers, buy the Bar out...take ya Cash out

ladies, Cleavage out...make ya Azz bounce

dj, Turn it out....cuz im So fine

a born Diva...now its Showtime

she a Hustler....dont need ya Co sign

like a Wrestler, ima hit u wit a Clothes line

bitch u can use it, u got on invisible Underwear

while u at it, take some scissors to yo Tummy hair

hella Make up, ya Face look like Gummy bears

n i know triflin hoes usually Come in pairs...

but i dont say nothin like Pooty tang...

find me opposite of where the Groupies hang

catch me on the dance flo...Fly as a bug....

bum ass rappers handin me Flyers n stuff 

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push the petal to the Floor hard

Slap This in ya trucks n ya Sports cars

who got better beats...n spit More bars?....

gimme Four stars on my Report card          

u'd be dead muffucka...if Looks could Kill     

never holla if u ugly wit a Crooked grill          

yeah On im TV, and ya hood billboards

yeah i know...my lyrics, n Hooks is ill...........("Favorite club song" paste)

u Fake fa the Cam-era

cant be my man, wont Make um my Managa

dum dums fall for Snakes n the Amateurs

but Diva....never gets Taken Advantage of

Bop couldnt find no one to Babysit

couldnt go to the club n hear ya Favorite hit

but ya nigga came through, n he bought Me drinks all night....

...like i really Gave a shit