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211 – in the club lyrics

[chorus: 211]
the function packed, it’s hot up in the club
patrone, buy a bottle in the club
i’m f+cked up, now body full of drugs
baby girl feeling on my body in the club
who wanna party with a thug?
neighborhood superstar shining in the club
play that 211, get vilant in the club
and all the lil b+tches’ p+ssy poppin in the club

[verse 1: 211]
i smoke good, and my b+tch bad
it’s like it’s going out of style, the way i spend cash
brand new ride, sitting on the chroam one
power to the max, so in other words i’m on one
quiet on the motherf+ckin set when i’m on the scene
i’m feeling myself, and i ain’t even on the bean
shining on them hoes, i be stuntin like knievel
rubber band rapping round, all evil
only chace dope, take the grey goose straight
baby on my line talkin bout she can’t wait
icing all on me, you can tell i got cake
fishing in the club, watch me use it like bate
just cashed out, so tonight i’m going in
2012 party like the world bout to end
n+ggas tryna shine like the boy but they can’t though
step in this motherf+cker, blow a bankroll

[chorus: 211]
the function packed, it’s hot up in the club
patrone, buy a bottle in the club
i’m f+cked up, now body full of drugs
baby girl feeling on my body in the club
who wanna party with a thug?
neighborhood superstar shining in the club
play that yg, get vilant in the club
and all the lil b+tches’ p+ssy poppin in the club

[verse 2: yg]
i’m off 1 pill, 2 pill, 3 pills 4
plus i’m drunk off of what, sh+t, i don’t even know
211 told me come through, so i came through flaming
f+cked a b+tch in the vip, until that b+tch came
i’m in the club getting brain, you can ask my n+gga hussle
they worry bout these n+ggas, cause most of them busters
i got cash, but when it come to these b+tches, i don’t spend a penny
take a b+tch out to eat, we eating at dennys
don’t tempt me, the big homie’ll pop ya
you won’t even know, you’ll be be asking who shot ya
i’m in this b+tch with my feat up
stay fly n+gga, i [?]
get money overhere, got the beamer outside
i get my drugs right, sh+t that’ll have you mountain high
gotta leave with a b+tch, cause i’m too loaded to drive
i told that b+tch i had a masters, that was a motherf+ckin lie

[verse 3: 211]
i shine so hard, i make a hater wanna book me
started on patrone, tryna end up in some p+ssy
i’m known to cash out chips, rino
self asteem boost that’s bigger than your ego
i got the streets on lock, geno
bout to take the game back over, repo
i pop bottles like a n+gga in the finals
and spend dollars like a n+gga won the lotto
more hoes than a brothel
looking for the next top model that can deepthroat and swallo
i spit game, get brain, ain’t sh+t changed
hoppin out wearing big chains
and change, and i ain’t talking pennys
eat at dennys and party like p diddy
hundred dollar gass, b+tch i run the city
c+cky on the champagne, vilant off the remy

- 211 lyrics

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