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Slaughterhouse about to take over
this bitch and it's going down
Sit back and relax and grab
your favorite bitch and get it on
Get it on, get it on, get it on it on,
It all gets real, what the fuck you feel
Lottery motherfucker goin'
That's the call for sluts in this bitch
I don't have to know you, shit,
The dick can take a breath in this bitch
Breathe easy, girl, do you want this dick?
Get sleazy, the only thing
I hate hoes that be beggin' for drinks
Bet I'ma lay Justin Timberlake,
But this shit's gotta stop,
bartenders, firm on the rocks
Hey, what you want now, bitch?
Hey, she's the player in me
Hey, they wanted some, too
Hey, that's just how the game goes
Do what the fuck you feel
About to hit the club shit before
Givin' tricks what they want
and a coat of pounds in the glove
What I look like without no
blunt is just a dog in me
bitches gettin' wet in the club
cause my ice brightens the club
Not givin' a fuck, dismiss all my bitches
Cut a man recruit new like
get fucked where heaven she went
She approached me on the real
Must be a bitch for not keepin'
I'm feelin' with hoes and shit
don't matter, I'ma hit you
Not in the Mercedes Benz,
It all gets real, what the fuck you feel?
We just wanna chill, let's slow down
this beat got me hot as hell
And I'm looking at my watch,
it's only quarter to twelve
Well, hell, my niggas in the club,
Bottles of Chris and all the shorties,
pants droppin' to the floor
Yeah, they be givin' us more
Than a little bit of lovin'
known for lockin' it down
When we come to your town,
we don't want your wife but your daughter
Could get it in the club, nigga,
Flex, that's more sex and more beers
It's all about growin' to new levels,
And when we hit the streets,
we comin' with that heat, don't hate
Nigga, catch a slug in your mouth,
We'll just slow the house, I'm out
It all goes down when your
do what the fuck you feel
When you in our town, that's not a house
do what the fuck you feel
We just wanna chill, that's not a house
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