Get Out The Club lyrics

by

Lloyd Banks


[Intro]
It's gangsta n*gga
It's too gangsta n*gga
I keep it gangsta n*gga
Wha wha
It's gangsta n*gga
It's too gangsta n*gga
I keep it gangsta n*gga
Wha

[Chorus]
Get out the club, b*tch
n*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love, b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that bougie sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
Get out the club, b*tch
n*ggas tryin to holla at you
We wanna parlay wit you

[Verse 1]
I hate when b*tches act like they too good for a n*gga (yea)
Like they ain't grow up in the same hood wit a n*gga
In the club givin n*ggas the wrong numbers and wrong names
b*tch why don't you take ya ass home and quit playin games
They on that pretty sh*t (what) that high saditty sh*t (yea)
They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy b*tch (woo)
I'm gone show em now
I'm gone show em how (show em how)
How we break it down
This is how it's goin down
Them b*tches think pus*y precious
Them n*ggas they wanna test us
Got beef so we be wearin vest-es
Look I don't give a f*ck n*gga
b*tch I ain't buyin no pus*y
n*gga you'll die if you push me
n*gga you know I’m holdin'
b*tch picture me rollin
Hooker probably for paper, cause pus*y come wit it
I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any n*gga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some sh*t jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
Get out the club b*tch
[Chorus]
Get out the club, b*tch
n*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love, b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that bougie sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
Get out the club, b*tch
n*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love, b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that bougie sh*t
You on some movie sh*t

[Verse 2]
My whole team gettin dough b*tch
On the low b*tch, friends'll kick a n*gga do' down fo sho b*tch
Shorty we ain't trippin'
n*ggas just wanna dance wit'chu
I mean damn won't you give a n*gga a chance wit you
On that pre-Madonna sh*t, that Dolce and Gabbana sh*t
Bet I can teach you 'bout Gucci, Fendi and Prada b*tch
I met cha in the parkin lot, sh*t woulda been diffrent then
You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz
I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you ain't worthy
Thats where we buy the ice at the right price
b*tch you think you high class, you ain't worth a third of a n*gga
Ya man is gangsta, but we ain't never heard of the n*gga
sh*t hit the fan, we f*ck around and murdered a n*gga
Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin
f*ck around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen
I ain't playin wit you b*tch you better listen
[Chorus]
Get out the club, b*tch
n*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love, b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that bougie sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
Get out the club, b*tch
n*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love, b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that bougie sh*t
You on some movie sh*t

[Verse 3]
This a low rider here b*tch, in L.A. they show me love
n*ggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud
Call a Crip "Cuz", call a Blood "Dawg"
I ain't bangin so I holla like "Wat up yall?"
b*tches know I be buggin when they don't show me no lovin
I ain't gotta say nuttin, n*ggas know I be thuggin
When ever I'm around motherf*ckas stop joke-in
They know how I get down, I be motherf*ckin Loc-in
Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas
She like when L lick his lips, the b*tch love stars
After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub
Her and her girlfriend gone show me some groupie love
[Chorus]
Get out the club, b*tch
n*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love, b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that bougie sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
Get out the club, b*tch
n*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love, b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that bougie sh*t
You on some movie sh*t

[Outro]
2000 sh*t motherf*cker you know how this sh*t goin down
This is my sh*t, from now on this is my sh*t
n*gga can't eat, n*gga can't sleep, n*gga can't do sh*t
Unless I say he can n*gga
n*gga come 15 n*ggas, 10 knives I'll leave wit 4 stiches
n*gga thats not assault, thats a insult
You and every motherf*cka that roll wit you
You b*tch ass n*gga I'mma see you
n*gga is sweet like candy
I can get cha now or later
You f*cked up, shoulda murdered me playa
n*gga is sweet like candy
I don't care how much you pray
n*gga I don't care how much you paid
And you sweet like candy
I can get you now or later, later, playa
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