Hate the Club...
I just pulled up
I'm in the lot
Took me a while to park
Had to find a spot
I got 3, how many bottles you got?
I'm not tryna leave the same way I came
I'm not
I'm not
What yo vibe on?
What yo mind on?
You getting fucked up?
A different time zone
You know this ain't really something I do
But baby I'm just tryna kick it with you
You know I don't go out much
You know that I hate the club
But baby if it's what you want
Then we about to get fucked up
Your body's calling and Imma pick up the phone
Ain't worried bout nothing
Ain't tripping you got your own
It's always something it never leaves me alone but I like it
I'm just tryna find a way to break you off
Baby get yo mind straight and take it off
You got what you need baby, so come get it
You don't have to ask
You know this ain't really something I do
But baby I'm just tryna kick it with you
You know I don't go out much
You know that I hate the club
But baby if it's what you want
Then we about to get fucked up
You know I don't go out much
You know that I hate the club
But baby if it's what you want
Then we about to get fucked up
I'm in the lot
Took me a while to park
Had to find a spot
I got 3, how many bottles you got?
I'm not tryna leave the same way I came
I'm not
I'm not
What yo vibe on?
What yo mind on?
You getting fucked up?
A different time zone
You know this ain't really something I do
But baby I'm just tryna kick it with you
You know I don't go out much
You know that I hate the club
But baby if it's what you want
Then we about to get fucked up
Your body's calling and Imma pick up the phone
Ain't worried bout nothing
Ain't tripping you got your own
It's always something it never leaves me alone but I like it
I'm just tryna find a way to break you off
Baby get yo mind straight and take it off
You got what you need baby, so come get it
You don't have to ask
You know this ain't really something I do
But baby I'm just tryna kick it with you
You know I don't go out much
You know that I hate the club
But baby if it's what you want
Then we about to get fucked up
You know I don't go out much
You know that I hate the club
But baby if it's what you want
Then we about to get fucked up
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Writer(s): Curtis Reece
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