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    "Booty Club Playa" Lyrics


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    You?se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)
    A hit the club, spend the dub (ol? sucka-ass self) (x4)

    (sean paul)
    When I hit the gc, my money buckled ? ?
    These hoes shakin? they ass, but they ain't shakin? it for free
    Lookin? dead at me, finna? get me for what I got
    Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot
    Now I'm almost out the door, one hour left before they close
    Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes
    Smellin? good, lil? shawty ?
    "can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz? "
    And he did, so it's on, dj play my favorite song
    Shake em? off, she shook em? off, I broke her off
    Put the money in her thong
    All night long these nigga lookin? at me like I'm wrong
    Don't where your playa? partner, do dis? thang til? the money


    It's friday night, so what the hell is their to do?
    I guess I'll hit club niggas and go and get a drank or two
    And who do I see at the end of the bar?
    It's that booty club playa, the same one without no car
    Spendin? his mad little ends on some ass and his friends
    And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens
    And then after then, I'm a? go and head over to magic city
    Where I can get slizzard some mo?, and see alot mo? titties
    And bitties actin? shitty for somethin? they ain't got
    So look here shawty, it ain't no need you gettin? hot
    For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
    Now let me see dat? thang, as I proceed to blow the spot


    (sean paul)
    My fare lookin? shawt, done spent all my change
    Ain't even got .35 to call a cab man
    Nigga I'm big pistol, drank another drank of win?
    On the dance wit? cha?
    Shawty really, want me to come home wit? her
    Chargin? five hundred, but I ain't got it to give her
    Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher
    Damn, I'm that club bandit, nigga they call me mister
    That nigga in the club payin? bills to your sister

    Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
    Wit? my nigga mark twayne and sean paul off in the lac?
    And now it's on the crack, and we actin?, and cuttin? the fool
    For every benjamin that we spend ain't nothin? cool
    So I'm a? let you know, just in case you didn't know
    That them attic crew boys steppin? in just for the low
    And if you ain't wit? it, then deal wit? it, I gotsta go
    Cause we ain't bout? no games, and you can take that to the

    This song was submitted on December 20th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by James A. Hollins, Jeffrey Ray Grigsby, Kawn K. Prather, Kenyatta Stokes, Maurice Sinclair, Sean Paul Joseph.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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