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d. smiley - club (no) lyrics

[verse 1: d. smiley]
aye shawty bring that -ss over it’s been on my mind all night
and i caught you checking me out looking like you want some of this d-ck in your life
and the way you work got that s-x appeal i think i’m going to loose my mind
and the way you look i’m sure the p-ssy taste good can a n-gga just get a little bite, oh my
ain’t never had a dude be so blunt and it turns you on cause its new
and a girl like you
ain’t used to my type
but right now its looking like its that time
you like the way i tell you what you want to hear just to get yourself through the whole f-cking night
your man hits your phone you hit ignore and try to let me know he ain’t been pleasing you right
but that’s probably a lie
i may be faded but who you think you fooling
you bad but carry drama so gon’ and keep it moving
or i’ll call f-ck it on this night
and you can come to the crib to do whatever while we get high
or maybe not, d-mn, f-ck it lets do it
all moral code gone out the window what you doing
i don’t know if this is a dream or reality
but every time i hit a clubs it brings the worst out of me and

[hook: clv]
my n-ggas can’t get into the club
i can’t roll weed in the club
so much temptation in the club
that’s why i don’t go to the club
(oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
i say oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
my n-ggas can’t get into the club
i can’t roll weed in the club
so much temptation in the club
that’s why i don’t go to the club
(oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
i say oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

[verse 2: d. smiley]
at the crib chilling and i got my blunts rolled
with these beats playing that my n-gga swisha slaying
trying to get my mothaf-ckin mode on
ain’t trying to hear what n0body saying
my phones blowing up a lot of friends going out, asking me to go out
ill rather stay in the house
that’s that sh-t you don’t comprehend but it makes sense due to differences in our f-cking lifestyles
im gon’ do me and homie you do you
you hit club and i stay in the stu
you leave with no lady, i got one home waiting
only trouble anyway with the games they be playing
whether they want a free drink, or free entry to a show
a groupie for the night, don’t say sl-t or ho
oh you mad now, what you called then
hold up ill wait, don’t be stalling
you hate i speak the real
you hate you fit the bill
gon’ head momma twerk that -ss and make sure ya body lives to the beat
do what you came to do, i don’t do no judging
i done made my mistakes, got my priorities straight, now it’s nothing but the mothaf-ckin work
rather spend money on a beat or spend money on some trees, than spend money on some drinks with a whole bunch of flirts
on that alcohol i don’t act right so i try to stay away from it at all times
i turn into something that’s never been me, it brings out every demon that’s been waiting to be released

[hook: clv]

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