Jeremih, Big Sean, Future - Royalty lyrics

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[Jeremih, Big Sean, Future - Royalty lyrics]

Club jam packed
They gon' treat us like we royalty
Club jam packed
They gon' treat us like we royalty
Got bad bitches in the VIP in our section
They want girls kissin' girls, that's
The way we do it, flexin' yeah

Shawty wanna ride with the team
Go on and come mollies and 'em percs
Got these young bitches sprung
I know you enjoying these moments
Let's get some girls and go turn up
I brought some cash, we can burn up
Do you like new Chanel, nel, nel
Tell your ex farewell, well, well
(Well, well, well)
I be the nigga who take your bitch from
You and give her right back to you
You should be thanking me nigga
'Cause, I gave her right back to you
(I gave her right back)

Club jam packed
They gon' treat us like we royalty
Club jam packed
They gon' treat us like we royalty
Bad bitches in the VIP in my section
They want girls kissin' girls, yeah
That's what we flexin'

Now you got some new tricks, no?
Movin' yo' hips, no?
Now she gon' get it, hold it back for a nigga
You know you make me wanna dip around
Maybe we could trip around
Right eye is the visual
This right eye is the end
Your games all I wanna play, all day
Any way, every way
We need a sun or day, I can't wait
Chemistry, penetrate

Club jam packed
They gon' treat us like we royalty (Uh, huh)
Club jam packed
They gon' treat us like we royalty (Woah)
Bad bitches in the VIP in my section
(Section)
They want girls kissin' girls, yeah
That's we flexin'

Taking more shots than the cops
That's tragic (Uh, huh)
It's okay as long as you
Don't turn into a habit (Woah)
I know you like drinking out the bottle
Fuck a glass though
I know when we fuck you like
That finger in your ass though (Woah)
I keep it on the low, low, low
Do I want you to stop? No, no, no
I know that niggas would pay for that pussy
I get it free with the promo code
Phone's off, no phone calls and no stress
Put that crown on your wrist, that's a Rolex
(Woo) that's because you're royalty
They gon' wan' put on a show for me
They gon' wanna chauffeur me (Swerve, swerve)
When I take the camera out just
Make sure you pose for me
You know that little dress you wear
The little one, it do the most for me
(Swerve)
When you get high, go drop it low for me
When the driver come and open up the door
Make sure you close to me
Make sure you close to me 'cause the

Club jam packed
They gon' treat us like we royalty
Club jam packed
They gon' treat us like we royalty
Got bad bitches in the VIP in my section
They want girls kissin' girls, that's
The way we do it, flexin' yeah

Shawty wanna ride with the team
Go on and come mollies and 'em percs
Got these young bitches sprung
I know you enjoying these moments
Let's get some girls and go turn up
I brought some cash, we can burn up
Do you like new Chanel, nel, nel
Tell your ex well, well, well
(Well, well, well)
I be the nigga who take that bitch from
You and give her right back to you
You should be thanking me nigga
(Gave her right back)
'Cause, I gave her right back to you

Is that body on a day to day?
All up on your database
I just had to see your face
Last time I see your face
Netflix, weed, Patron
This here, we can't control
Your drug, I overdose
I think you sold your soul

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