Club (No)

[Verse 1: D. Smiley] Aye shawty bring that ass over it's been on my mind all night And I caught you checking me out looking like you want some of this dick in your life And the way you work got that sex appeal I think I'm going to loose my mind And the way you look I'm sure the pussy taste good can a nigga just get a little bite, oh my Ain't never had a dude be so blunt and it turns you on cause its new And a girl like you Ain't used to my type But right now its looking like its that time You like the way I tell you what you want to hear just to get yourself through the whole fucking night Your man hits your phone you hit ignore and try to let me know he ain't been pleasing you right But that's probably a lie I may be faded but who you think you fooling You bad but carry drama so gon' and keep it moving Or i'll call fuck it on this night And you can come to the crib to do whatever while we get high Or maybe not, damn, fuck it lets do it All moral code gone out the window what you doing I don't know if this is a dream or reality But every time I hit a clubs it brings the worst out of me and [Hook: CLV] My niggas can't get into the club I can't roll weed in the club So much temptation in the club That's why I don't go to the club (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah I say oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) My niggas can't get into the club I can't roll weed in the club So much temptation in the club That's why I don't go to the club (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah I say oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) [Verse 2: D. Smiley] At the crib chilling and I got my blunts rolled With these beats playing that my nigga Swisha slaying Trying to get my mothafuckin mode on Ain't trying to hear what nobody saying My phones blowing up a lot of friends going out, asking me to go out Ill rather stay in the house That's that shit you don't comprehend but it makes sense due to differences in our fucking lifestyles Im gon' do me and homie you do you You hit club and I stay in the stu You leave with no lady, I got one home waiting Only trouble anyway with the games they be playing Whether they want a free drink, or free entry to a show A groupie for the night, don't say slut or ho Oh you mad now, what you called then Hold up ill wait, don't be stalling You hate I speak the real You hate you fit the bill Gon' head momma twerk that ass and make sure ya body lives to the beat Do what you came to do, I don't do no judging I done made my mistakes, got my priorities straight, now it's nothing but the mothafuckin work Rather spend money on a beat or spend money on some trees, than spend money on some drinks with a whole bunch of flirts On that alcohol I don't act right so I try to stay away from it at all times I turn into something that's never been me, it brings out every demon that's been waiting to be released [Hook: CLV]