Name: Best Club
Duration: 4 min 47 s
Description: Слушайте песню Best Club - Timbaland онлайн с альбома This Is Your Night в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:47. Год выхода - 2019

This Is Your Night

Timbaland

It's Your Night

Drop

All Y'all

Indian Carpet

Party People

People Like Myself

Voicemail

Serious

Roll Out

Love Me

I Am Music

Baby Bubba

Best Club

Unknown

Yo, who want to wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug

You know that thug that's used to doin it out the dub

I go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killers

Staff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz

Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shit

See hood is around my way - they talk often quick

To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shit

See we gang we never bought it in the streets I slang

Peeps I train to hustle get it take out names

Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks

I'm sick with glocks now bitches get ridiculous jocks

Now thug filthy niggaz walkin through your club with blunts

Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months

I get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crush

And figure the last niggaz that fuck with us

Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case

Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw face

Besides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases

We can be enemies after fuckin your wife, or runnin train on 'em

Look at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em

Get in the back of the Lex', and be out of your tux

Label me "alias" from my respects to crack this case

I'm past bein berserk, nigga look at my face

Fuck talkin how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain

I'm goin insane and why'all niggaz, hatin my thang

Mag the illest nigga spittin, FUCK the simple and plain

Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same

First niggaz speak my name, off with his brain

Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapse

If I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rap

How many why'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too much

You remind me, of pussy; you bitch-ass nigga

Now I'm hangin with superstars, and fuckin them in the cocktail room

After the nuttin, sweep 'em out with the broom

Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound [unknown]

But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill

I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in Jill

Poppin usin' the pill, never did it before

I want to see how it feel, when you fuck wit my skill

I make a mil' [unknown], pussy much fine in weather

"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't diesel [unknown]

Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was younger

But now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethin'

So what ya need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide

I keep them hookers holdin' my fort, and keep a low vibe

I heard the feds hate me 'cause I'm so live

From five o'clock to four-oh-five sellin' quarters and dimes

Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin' it from

I got wholesale weight, that low-sale weight

Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow stright

'Cause I'm oh so great; real thugs, no fake

That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations

Thugs hate - everything I stand fo', throw hands fo'

Leave you under the jeep and test your faith

Go to court, tell the judge fuck the case

I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh

Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps

Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where you sat

Like a panel nigga under your shirt, picture that

How your child's gonna burp when you losin your lap?

Hey, I'm bringin the shade, don't floss in the day

Niggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okay

I'm hittin hoes, respondin like you charmin the dame

Crackin up like, "Damn, which one of why'all paid?"

A pretty boy got hookers thinkin that the blows don't trade

That's the day that the curls slide under the braid

I'll give you somethin sharp to raise that line in your fade

Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed

Puttin hoes into groups and spittin them up like Jake

do-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through waves

I'll hop drive-through, pop somethin in Dave

I ain't from around yo' way, nigga I'm from V-A

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