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lore'l - tear the club up lyrics

[intro: lore’l]
billboard bytch, lore’l, yeah

[verse 1: lore’l]
picture me rolling in my porsche cayman
they threw i’ma bad b-tch, can i get an amen?
talking bout debating, you old hoes hating
tune in, i can tell by my f-cking ratings
rosé, rosé, i need rosé, all my n-ggas in the club
you hoes looking thirsty
i show off, wanna be me but your dough wrong
so, b-tch, watch it, with your motherf-cking coat on
that pony what i float on goyard tote
you and your broad is a motherf-cking joke
can’t cope unless i got 10 stacks on me
blowing it in barney’s to turn up the party
bottles to my enemies, we like the kennedy’s
i tried to tell you hoes that i’m out your f-cking league
i pose like i’m on vogue or something
cuz, everything i got on is stunning

[chorus: lore’l]
get f-cked up, get f-cked up
get f-cked up, get f-cked up
get f-cked up, get f-cked up
get f-cked up, get f-cked up
tear the motherf-cking club up, tear the club up
tear the motherf-cking club up, tear the club up
tear the motherf-cking club up, tear the club up
tear the motherf-cking club up, tear the club

[verse 2: lore’l]
money on my mind, throwing money on a b-tch
i’m f-cking hood rich and i got big t-ts
rollie on my wrist, it’s celene and sh-t
i’m the queen on the scene, puffing green, you can’t hit
i’m in this hoe like yeezy taught me
pouring out the ace some n-gga just bought me
caught me k!lling it, red bottom handed, i’m so fly, no
these b-tches can’t stand it
lady in the league, can’t hide my -ss in fatigues
and, when i come through, motherf-ckers can’t breathe
eat me then leave, his aim was to leave
yeah, i love to see a grown man on his knees
what’s the fuss about me? i’m everywhere
and, your man got his face in my underwear
hit the club, tear it up, oh, you mad hoe?
don’t n0body give a f-ck, b-tch, i’m bad tho

- lorel lyrics

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