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1 umbrella, zaybang, 22nd jim & lil bean - in the club lyrics

[intro: lil bean]
(brutal money)
yeah, huh, huh

[chorus: lil bean & zaybang]
think my last name thompson, i got rocket in the club
if we ain’t got no room, we stuffin’ baddies in the trunk, yeah
if jimbo got them glasses on, it’s somethin’ in his cup
i told my b+tch, “be mad, but just don’t give my p+ssy up,” yeah
this b+tch sweet like honey buns, on h+lla sh+t with chewy son
they hit record, we goin’ viral in the booty club
they play your song, n+gga, rep your hood, throw it up (yup)
could tell it’s fat, i can see it pokin’ from the front (ayy, look), yeah, bop

[verse 1: zaybang & lil bean]
my n+ggas chasin’ after m’s, tryna bulletproof a truck
i got rocket on my lap, a goofy n+gga think it’s tucked
i got fine sh+t with me, slap me if you see a duck
i ain’t givin’ n+ggas nothin’, i wouldn’t even give a f+ck
she see this j on my body, she gon’ treat mе like i’m rich
i could handle two or three, so, baby, bring another b+tch
so much monеy on the floor, they think we gatekept a glitch
three thousand for the coat, nah, this jacket ain’t from fitch
so much d+ck in her mouth, i got her talkin’ with a lisp
twenty thousand off the road and i ain’t even take a trip
it’s a body on this chop, they put tape up on the grip
had his b+tch up in the bnb, that n+gga had a ‘fit (yeah, huh, huh)
[chorus: lil bean & 22nd jim]
think my last name thompson, i got rocket in the club
if we ain’t got no room, we stuffin’ baddies in the trunk, yeah
if jimbo got them glasses on, it’s somethin’ in his cup
i told my b+tch, “be mad, but just don’t give my p+ssy up,” yeah
this b+tch sweet like honey buns, on h+lla sh+t with chewy son
they hit record, we goin’ viral in the booty club
they play your song, n+gga, rep your hood, throw it up
could tell it’s fat, i can see it pokin’ from the front (yeah), yeah, bop

[verse 2: 22nd jim & lil bean]
and the way we ran it up, this sh+t was everything but luck
one hundred, two hundred thousand, that sh+t wasn’t enough
ain’t gotta argue on the ‘net because i know i can get you touched (hrr)
back to back in sleeves, when we pull up, they know it’s us
and this cup i’m sippin’ so vicious, this b+tch i got is heaven+sent
take my cup and you get stuck ’cause you gon’ taste nothin’ but medicine
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with no b+tch n+gga that i’m better than
my b+tch is wetter than, 1 umbrella, who do it better than?
got this sh+t on lock, i know these n+ggas, they can’t stand it
diamonds dancin’ (yeah), in the field, i’m takin’ chances (go)
all my b+tches bad, they should join a beauty pageant (yeah)
hidden hills, fifty b+tches in a mansion (yeah, huh, huh, okay)

[chorus: lil bean]
think my last name thompson, i got rocket in the club
if we ain’t got no room, we stuffin’ baddies in the trunk, yeah
if jimbo got them glasses on, it’s somethin’ in his cup
i told my b+tch, “be mad, but just don’t give my p+ssy up,” yeah
this b+tch sweet like honey buns, on h+lla sh+t with chewy son
they hit record, we goin’ viral in the booty club
they play your song, n+gga, rep your hood, throw it up
could tell it’s fat, i can see it pokin’ from the front, yeah, bop

- 1 umbrella zaybang 22nd jim lil bean lyrics

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