Plies - I Am the Club lyrics

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Plies - I Am the Club lyrics

(Intro) This here a message homie to anybody who possibly gon be in the club that I'm goi' in tonight homie... You better gon' head & get cha shine on before I get to the club dog... (Chorus) Let me think tonight, what Ima do at the club? Might show up tonight, just to throw dubs Or I might buy the bar out to f** wit the scrubs How I feel tonight shawty I am the club Let me think tonight, what Ima do at the club? Might show up tonight, just to throw dubs Or I might buy the bar out to f** wit the scrubs How I feel tonight shawty I am the club (Verse 1) Parked the whip out front jumped out stuntin Neck full of j**els whole pocket full of money All the goons around me so you know I'm comin Half a brick in my pocket ten stacks on me Better let me ball you don't want no problem homie Last problem in the club somebody start dumpin I'm the main attraction yall peons Got a dope boy knot on me, no one's Came through the side do', slid wit' my gun Somebody daughter gettin it the question which one Yacked up and on good dro, body numb Let me show you how a real goon have fun (Chorus) (Verse 2) Yall in trouble tonight we got the club locked We ain't dancin over here all we do is bop One thang fa sho we got them hammers co*ked Look at all the dimes sweat us, they comin by the flock Look at the lil hater over there, got him hot Seen him lookin' at me so I held up a knot I don't know if you know homie I run the spot And don't cha play wit me, you ain't got enough shots Order mine straight up, drank it on the rocks Been in the club five minutes and done closed shop How can one n***a be this gotdamn hot? I don't know if it's me it might be the watch! (Chorus) (Verse 3) Slid through the club late all I need is a hour Like they told me lil homie money is power Ran the streets all day I'm fresh out the shower Watch how a goon rock let me show you my vaulue Check my track record homie all I beat is stallions I done smashed already sh** you can have her If you want her better catch her better gon snatch her Want straight animals over here, no hackers Better put the cuffs on her fore the goons pack her When we leave the club watch you follow after Yall ain't groupies baby stop bein embarra**ed This one here in the book, this a closed chapter (Chorus)

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