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lakeyah - in da club lyrics

[intro]
ayy

[verse 1]
one, here comes the two to three to the four (four)
every b+tch around me want the milli’ and amor (yeah)
pull up to the club walkin’ through the backdoor (through the back)
and tell the bottle girl, give us somethin’ we can pour (ayy)
we celebratin’ wins, tell that ho to check the score
she walkin’ on the ceilin’ but the ones on the floor (floor)
a n+gga whisper to me that he tryna see me more (huh)
i whisper back, “i am not a b+tch you can afford” (yeah)
here come thе three to the two to the one (huh)
onto thе next spot, hurt the set, go on set
goin’ way up in the back with the woods and the runtz
i told the driver, “ain’t no red lights where i’m from”
focused, what i’m missing, the coupe, i’m on a mission (skkrt)
watch me take a fit and throw it on like conniption
i don’t throw shots, i do tequila with the fixings
two chains on me from these b+tches, i’m different

[chorus]
now everybody in the club gettin’ tipsy (now everybody in the club gettin’ tipsy)
now everybody in the club gettin’ tipsy (now everybody in the club gettin’ tipsy)
now everybody in the club gettin’ tipsy (now everybody in the club gettin’ tipsy)
yeah, everybody in the club gettin’ tipsy (hot, hot, hot, hot)
[verse 2]
i just went shoppin’ and spent me a n+gga reup (i did)
(i been workin’ hard, i’m the hood mona lina)
sippin’ margaritas in the section with my feet up (hmm)
h+llo, it’s lakeyah, for the features, know my fee up (run it back)
runnin’ circles ’round these b+tches, i’m runnin’, know they can’t beat me, can’t see me
it could be easter, they couldn’t pick me (nah)
high maintenance, it take a rich n+gga to keep me (okay)
my money long, he don’t think it’s trickin’ when he treat me (huh)
keep it on the hush, i don’t kiss and tell
and my swagger down pat like miss labelle (yeah)
yeah, baby, i’m a diva, franklins like aretha (huh)
and i keep a cake like a baker, call me anita
she can’t find her man ’cause he caught in the rapture
no player in this party, that b+tch is a nonfactor (huh)
need it upfront, i can’t wait on the money after (cash)
levels to this sh+t like degrees and i’m reachin’ masters (gang)

- lakeyah lyrics

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