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j. stalin & lil blood – in the club lyrics

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[intro: rell]
reuel, stop playin’ with these n-gg-s
ayy, right now, right now, right now

[chorus: rell]
we snuck the strap in the club
real n-gg-s showin’ us love
i fill my cup up with drugs
yeah, i show these b-tches no love
right now, right now, right now
we mobbin’ right now, right now, right now
we mobbin’ right now

[verse 1: j. stalin]
banger on me, no, i ain’t come to play with n-gg-s
livewire, we get money, we don’t hate on n-gg-s
n-gg-s call me crazy and i agree with ’em
play me close, let the .223’s h-t ’em
i’m in the club doin’ the same old ten street
all these little b-tches wanna f-ck with me
got the bottles in my hand with the fireworks
them n-gg-s over there, that’s a cold jerk
them n-gg-s know i’ll show ’em how this mac work
get to squeezin’ that motherf-cker ’til my back hurt
but lil’ mama lookin’ good in that black skirt
so i’ma f-ck her from the back ’til her back hurt
two shots of patrón, i need two more
two b-tches and they on, told ’em let’s go
two straps and i shoot ’em out the window
west oakland n-gg-s gone out they mental

[chorus: rell]
we snuck the strap in the club
real n-gg-s showin’ us love
i fill my cup up with drugs
yeah, i show these b-tches no love
right now, right now, right now
we mobbin’ right now, right now, right now
we mobbin’ right now

[verse 2: lil blood]
sheesh, i snuck my strap up in this motherf-cker
bruh, relax, don’t get popped up in this motherf-cker
prices down, big chains, glocks and sticks
i ain’t worried ’bout dawg, i’m tryna knock his b-tch
and we funkin’ with n-gg-s, that mean we goin’ on sticks
i’m tryna hit my target, i’m tryna make sh-t flip
put this d-ck on the b-tch, make her bust these strips
told her bring back strips, b-tch brought back strips
ain’t no talk back, b-tch, just bring back chips
b-tch, you can keep your n-gg- if he don’t get in my business
sheesh, i fill my cup up with drugs
i show these b-tches no love
b-tch, take this game and go run me my funds
b-tch, i’m talkin’ fast, b-tch, so hurry up
go crazy for that bag, i think i’m goin’ nuts, sheesh
i snuck my strap up in this b-tch
i make it drip in this b-tch

[chorus: rell]
we snuck the strap in the club
real n-gg-s showin’ us love
i fill my cup up with drugs
yeah, i show these b-tches no love
right now, right now, right now
we mobbin’ right now, right now, right now
we mobbin’ right now

[outro]
will, stop playin’ with these n-gg-s



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