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2009-07-20

All In The Club

Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga we don’t give a f**k We all in the ckub drinkin that brown Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face All in the party make a fool of dem grapes Verse 1: Coke white tee no Air Force Ones Smelling like Chanel in the club wit a gun Reppin my block nigga fresh for the mall Shoot me the number I’ll give you a call Full of them grapes feeling so high Its candy on my cutla*s sitting outside I’m drinking that clear lookin for a bitch That got a lil’ money man and s*ck a lil’ d**k Your boyfriend trippin tell him be boo Live by the G-Code and play by the rules Pills in my body rocks on my sleeves Yeah him he can stay me and you we can leave Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga we don’t give a f**k We all in the ckub drinkin that brown Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face All in the party make a fool of dem grapes Verse 2: Coke white tee no Air Force Ones Step on my shoes man I’m running in your gums Grill in my mouth Gucci on my body These bitches so thick like they all do palates Chuck, chucks on my feet hand on my heat Doin that two step rockin to the beat Clear in my gla*s but I don’t spill it Bought another round and I still cant feel it Set my drank down bitch what it is I just wanna f**k I don’t wanna meet your kids Pills in my body rocks on my sleeves Yeah him he can stay me and you we can leave Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga we don’t give a f**k We all in the ckub drinkin that brown Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face All in the party make a fool of dem grapes Verse 3: We all in the club (all in the club) I’m so motherf**kin high What you say my name is? I mean shawty what your name is? Damn I’m rollin bitch (rollin bitch) Why you actin like that? If a nigga pulled his d**k out would you know who he is? Ah you don’t know me now huh! Trick ya Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga we don’t give a f**k We all in the ckub drinkin that brown Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face All in the party make a fool of dem grapes We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga we don’t give a f**k We all in the ckub drinkin that brown Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face All in the party make a fool of dem grapes

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