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[Pre-Chorus:] Everytime they see us They know we stuntin’ Everytime they see us They know we stuntin’ Swag all in the [?] The floor, we stuntin’ [Chorus:] Hold up Yeah Hold up Throw money on a bitch[x4] Pop ma left hand up throw money[x4] Hold up [Verse 1:] Pull up to the club in a tarantula (spider) Lamborghini doors give em asthma (watch it) Yo baby mama blowin up ma phone But she ain’t got good head so I don’t answer her Throw that ass, bitch kill her She pop her pussy and she got her crew with her Her homegirls bout that living They on molly I know what to do wid em Bitch throw that ass up, yea turn up Bitch throw that ass up if you a [?] Look at all them lame bitches hatin on you They go’n talk shit but they won’t run up Club girl love a freak ho Bitch I wanna see you do it on the dick If you got an ass like Molly I don’t wanna see you strip Ho tis levels to this shit (flat) I ain’t gotta see a lot of [?] If that booty real i wanna feel Bitch pop that pussy lemme see Throw that ass up, throw that ass then repeat it She got a lot of tattooes on her legs I heard she a fool with the head She a pole killa, she’s not a twerker Head down ass up nigga throw her something Hold up [Pre-Chorus:] Everytime they see us They know we stuntin’ (Club god, kill’it) Everytime they see us They know we stuntin’ (Hold up, hold up) Swag all in the [?] The floor, we stuntin’ (HTown) [Chorus:] Hold up Yeah Hold up Throw money on a bitch[x4] Pop ma left hand up throw money[x4] Hold up [Verse 2:] I walk up in the club and all these on my dick I’m throwin up a lot of money and now she’s looking on my wrist I tell her molly’s in my Benz and now she wanna suck ma dick I tell her keep that pussy poppin’ and imma make her fuckin’ rich Bitch work that fuckin’ pole, climb up and hold then let it go Then buss it open on the floor then bring it back and touch your toes Hold up you know these niggas broke You know you wanna fuck a boss You know I got the fucking paper And I’m never fallin off Club godzilla Hold up She want more bread Throw them bands at her forehead Throw that pussy back like a frisbee Baller i is be, and so is my associate Take summer gang flex forever You got a bad bitch, I got several These hoes call me Club Godzilla Ain’t no other nigga trilla except that nigga that’s from Thriller (heeh) Hold up [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus]
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