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Paroles de Members Only!

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Paroles de la chanson Members Only! par Cooliecut lyrics officiel

Members Only! est une chanson en Anglais

Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
Got money on my comment, ain't no time for no bitch
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
And I know you bitches see us niggas shine in this shit
And the reason for that, 'cause we grinding for this
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch

Members Only in this bitch, suck my dick, little bitch
Bouncing in this bitch, so you know I'm on that fuck shit
Yeah, boss with double G's and a new chopstick
If a nigga try me, I'ma bust that bitch
Ayy, hol' up, roll-up, in a drop top
Where he at? Bentley lit, that's the hot spot
I'm in this bitch, ayo
Boys, yeah you know we, tryna go home, playa' (What up hoe?)

On the block, hit my jack, where ya comin' through? (Where ya comin' through?)
You would think I'm B.I.G the way I get the loot (The way I ge the loot)
Both eyes wide open, they look at you (Huh)
Huh, she been acting messy and she think that's cute
That ain't gas in yo' blunt, boy, you smokin' boof (Boy, you smokin' boof)
Want a coupe? Wit' my bitch, hangin' out the roof (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
If it's pressure, we gon' bust, don't play me for a fool
Don't move 'cause my goons clenchin' on the tool (Huh)
Betty Boop, shawty, she love how I groove (She love how I groove)
What I do, I know other niggas wanna do (What they wanna do)
Huh, copy cattin' niggas movin' how I move (How I move)
When my platoon walk in the room, you better keep it cool

Yuh, huh, yuh, top notch
I'ma crack the nigga, no crack rock, uh (Ayy, ayy)
Five-five, uh
Hit a nigga wit' the .4-5-5, uh (Huh, yah)
Got a nigga runnin' like he hopscotch, uh
I don't talk crazy, I'm about my, uh (Ayy)
Choke a nigga out, 6-1-9 (Hey, yuh)
6-1-9

I might black
Just don't call me back, I'ma pop a flat
Make 'em nap
Runnin' fuckin' laps, they like "Bass relax"
Where you at?
Where I lay my head is where I lay my stacks
It's the gang
Members Only took ya' soul, no coming back

What you think? (Bitch)
Pull up to the club hella deep (Bitch)
Actin' crazy they put you to sleep (Bitch)
My niggas be wilin' they all need a shrink (Uh, huh)
I got your bitch smiling she wet like a sink (Ayy! Gling, gling)
I'm guessing she island, the pussy was pink
I'm smoking exotic my eyes hell chink (Uhu)
Let's get on the beat, the choppa might ring (Ayy!)

Smokin' green like Yoshi (Uh)
We don't fuck with phonies (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I feel like Tony (Uh)
My shoota keep that 40 (Uh, uh)
I can't never trust a hoe, the devil keep no phony (Uh)
Ya mama run up on me when she wanna be escorted (Uh, uh, uh)
I hit her, hit her
She call me, "Mister, Mister" (Uh, uh)
Just the other day she call while I was fuckin' on her sister
That shit ain't hard (Uh), that shit is really simple (Uh, uh)
Top down, get popped like you a pimple (Pimple)
I can't lie, Ratchet bleedin' like a menstrual (Uh, uh)
Input, you can't keep up with my mental (Uh, uh)
My teeth shine, I'ma go right to the dental (Uh, uh)
She suck my, she gon' blow it like a candle (Ayy!)

Blowin' on me like a candle (Candle)
Suckin' on me like a vacuum
Members Only got a million opponents but none of them look like a match (Ouu)
Livin' they send us a fact, triple 6 on the back of the Cadillac
License plate, up and down, 9-10, ridin' with Roach on tac (Woo!)

Members Only be the clique (Huh), suck a dick, lil' bitch (Uhu)
Dope in the air (What, what?), disappear in the mist
I don't give a damn about this fuckin' rap shit
But I do like they way I sound on my ad-libs (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Members Only be the motherfucking clique (Be the clique)
Had to dip and left a message on her lip (On her lip)
Bentley shit, I throw up B's just like I'm sick (Yah, yah, yah)
Don't do relationships, let Tarantino hit
You think she wifey but she bench pressin' them dicks (Yah, yah, yah)
Master Splinter, boy, the way I hold a stick (Yah, yah, yah)
I predict me and my niggas gettin' rich (Yah, yah, yah)
And if you posted like a stamp, then you get licked (Bitch)
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