Out of the Club
When you in your section
Twerking with your girlfriends
I just really hope that you thinking bout me
And when you come home
Lit off the Hennessy
I just really hope you ain't plan to go to sleep
Cause when I take you out of the club
And in to my room
Everybody gonna say you for the streets
All my homegirls say I'm being so naive
But what I'm finna do if you the one I'm tryna see
They told me don't turn a hoe into a housewife
They don't even believe in that it just sound nice
Cause I know you met your girl off of IG
Or in Ambiente
Asking why this section getting lit to suavemente
She from La Romana that's why shorty caliente
I could teach her something, tryna go and be her sensei
Coming to my senses, she out every night
With a new gang of niggas each time
And every nigga in the spot know that she's fine
But she ain't telling every nigga out that she's mine
I ain't talking love I'm just speaking on some talking
When we first locked eyes I knew she was flawless
So idc about the rumors and the talk shit
I'm just tryna have her come slide through regardless
When you in your section
Twerking with your girlfriends
I just really hope that you thinking bout me
And when you come home
Lit off the Hennessy
I just really hope you ain't plan to go to sleep
Cause when I take you out of the club
And in to my room
Everybody gonna say you for the streets
All my homegirls I'm being so naive
But what I'm finna do if you the one I'm tryna see
But if we flipped roles and if we switched shoes
Me being in the club wouldn't sound bad
Cause I'd be with bitches and some more bitches
And I don't see any double standard in that
And if I bought a bottle or bought a couple hookahs
You'd start throwing jabs like Zab Judah
Or if I danced on a few for the moment
You wouldn't wait a moment you'd just call your Uber
So what's the issue?
Don't you know I miss you?
Why you tryna take me out the club so quick
It's cause I met her in the club doing dirt
And she don't want me to do the same with a bitch
But if I told you that I'm chilling like always
And that I wasn't tryna crash like All State
You would be by my side on this dark day
So ask yourself, how can one win that ball game?
I don't want to see you cry again
Look me dead in my eyes again
I know you don't like my friends
But we going out for the night again
You told me it's slow for us
Drop 35, hit the shoulder shrug
Girl you're so emotional
Give me a few let me sober up
Twerking with your girlfriends
I just really hope that you thinking bout me
And when you come home
Lit off the Hennessy
I just really hope you ain't plan to go to sleep
Cause when I take you out of the club
And in to my room
Everybody gonna say you for the streets
All my homegirls say I'm being so naive
But what I'm finna do if you the one I'm tryna see
They told me don't turn a hoe into a housewife
They don't even believe in that it just sound nice
Cause I know you met your girl off of IG
Or in Ambiente
Asking why this section getting lit to suavemente
She from La Romana that's why shorty caliente
I could teach her something, tryna go and be her sensei
Coming to my senses, she out every night
With a new gang of niggas each time
And every nigga in the spot know that she's fine
But she ain't telling every nigga out that she's mine
I ain't talking love I'm just speaking on some talking
When we first locked eyes I knew she was flawless
So idc about the rumors and the talk shit
I'm just tryna have her come slide through regardless
When you in your section
Twerking with your girlfriends
I just really hope that you thinking bout me
And when you come home
Lit off the Hennessy
I just really hope you ain't plan to go to sleep
Cause when I take you out of the club
And in to my room
Everybody gonna say you for the streets
All my homegirls I'm being so naive
But what I'm finna do if you the one I'm tryna see
But if we flipped roles and if we switched shoes
Me being in the club wouldn't sound bad
Cause I'd be with bitches and some more bitches
And I don't see any double standard in that
And if I bought a bottle or bought a couple hookahs
You'd start throwing jabs like Zab Judah
Or if I danced on a few for the moment
You wouldn't wait a moment you'd just call your Uber
So what's the issue?
Don't you know I miss you?
Why you tryna take me out the club so quick
It's cause I met her in the club doing dirt
And she don't want me to do the same with a bitch
But if I told you that I'm chilling like always
And that I wasn't tryna crash like All State
You would be by my side on this dark day
So ask yourself, how can one win that ball game?
I don't want to see you cry again
Look me dead in my eyes again
I know you don't like my friends
But we going out for the night again
You told me it's slow for us
Drop 35, hit the shoulder shrug
Girl you're so emotional
Give me a few let me sober up
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Writer(s): Lamar Leacock
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