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You'se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)

A hit the club, spend the dub (ol' sucka-ass self) (x4)



(Sean Paul)

When I hit the GC, my money buckled ??

These hoes shakin' they ass, but they ain't shakin' it for free

Lookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got

Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot

Now I'm almost out the door, one hour left before they close

Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes

Smellin' good, lil' shawty ?

"Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?"

And he did, so it's on, dj play my favorite song

Shake em' off, she shook em' off, I broke her off

Put the money in her thong

All night long these nigga lookin' at me like I'm wrong

Don't where your playa' partner, do dis' thang til' the money gone



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(J-Bo)

It's Friday night, so what the hell is their to do?

I guess I'll hit club Niggas and go and get a drank or two

And who do I see at the end of the bar?

It's that booty club playa, the same one without no car

Spendin' his mad little ends on some ass and his friends

And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens

And then after then, I'm a' go and head over to Magic City

Where I can get slizzard some mo', and see alot mo' titties

And bitties actin' shitty for somethin' they ain't got

So look here shawty, it ain't no need you gettin' hot

For as I take another shot, up on them rocks

Now let me see dat' thang, as I proceed to blow the spot



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(Sean Paul)

My fare lookin' shawt, done spent all my change

Ain't even got .35 to call a cab man

Nigga I'm big pistol, drank another drank of win'

On the dance wit' cha'

Shawty really, want me to come home wit' her

Chargin' five hundred, but I ain't got it to give her

Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher

Damn, I'm that club bandit, nigga they call me mister

That nigga in the club payin' bills to your sister



(J-Bo)

Now once again, I go crunk off in the back

Wit' my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the Lac'

And now it's on the crack, and we actin', and cuttin' the fool

For every benjamin that we spend ain't nothin' cool

So I'm a' let you know, just in case you didn't know

That them Attic Crew boys steppin' in just for the low

And if you ain't wit' it, then deal wit' it, I gotsta go

Cause we ain't bout' no games, and you can take that to the store



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