Last-Dude - Club! lyrics

[Last-Dude - Club! lyrics]

Mask on my face when we run in yo' place
And we need every combination to the safe
And then if you cooperate everyone safe
Got a Spanish bitch and she
Love giving me face i said "Little bitch
Do you like how this shit taste?"
She said "Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco
And seis"
Tryna figure out how I'm gon' get out my deal
I'm a bad boy, a reverend
I feel like I'm MA$E last dude on thе track
Your bitch wit' me but she got leavе by 8
'Cause you know Lil Uzi do
Not walk wit no cape don't
Don't got no Bape but my niggas, they apes
And we walk wit' bananas that
Bust at yo' grape atlantic, Pacific
And Indian Ocean gon' lay on my neck
Lil' bitch, this not a lake
The slowest car I got is prolly a Hellcat
And if you want do it, we prolly can race

Okay like bimbo
When a ball up in kinda thight
And hard to fit in kimbo slice playing limbo
Jump rope (Jump rope)
How I stomp and spit it Puss
In Boots 'cause you a kitty
Whip his ass like Django
King Kong (King Kong)
Got that white girl with me
You a mouse just like you Mickey
Clubhouse is where you belong ten-four
Run around the lobby like I'm London Tipton
Put some diamonds on my pinky toe
Cluck cluck, cluck cluck
Chicken, that is niggas when they see
Me turn to Forrest Gump
'Cause niggas start to buck buck
Duck duck, duck duck
Goose, when I hit it with the penis man
I love it when she run run, run run
Ask me one question
"What does my heaven resemble?"
And I say me overdosing out in a meadow
Ask me one question
"What does my heaven ressemble?"
And I say me overdosing out in a meadow
(Ay, ay, ay)

Phone, ayy, boost, ayy
My dick touch the roof (Yuh) since a jit
(Ayy) , I was a gook (Ayy)
I couldn't tie my shoes, ayy
Woody, uh (O oh) , shoot (O oh) , uh
I drop bombs (O oh) like Duke Nukem
Wrist so hard with big extensions
All he need is nukes, ayy
Hunnid a minute, mm (Ayy)
He drop the P just to double the digit's, mm
(Ayy) i was just living with Sonny no (Ayy)
Sonny no, Sonny no, Sonny no Digital, uh
(Ayy) yes, I had bitches
(Ayy) Right on my muhfuckin' jail phone, ayy
Just talked to one of my lil bitches
Said, "When I get back, we
Are havin' a four some, mm"

One dead (Ay)
In Neiman, scannin', it's readin'
Perc' head (Ay)
I'm geekin', shit turn me to a demon
(Demon, Ay, ay) bad bitch
Named RiRi, nice, but treeshy she want me
To breed her
I'm like, "Nah, bitch, you sneaky"
Two shots in this Glock
Bet a nigga won't let up (Woo)
XD, a nigga totin' Beretta (Red dot)
Rufflin' feathers (Don't get shot)
I leave 'em deader
I got your bitch suckin' my treasure
I woo from the floss, yeah, we do it better
I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
Bitch, I'ma dog, I'm a blue devil

Pill pop, molly in the party
Bad bitch wanna fuck, I got off the Bacardi
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em
Chopper crackin' like Pilates
I ain't never give a fuck, motherfucker
Catch a body
I was in the cut with a bitch from Tacoma
Smo king on pack, you can smell the aroma
Young ass nigga but they think that I'm older
Hachoo, bless you, my flow too colder (Bitch)
World on my shoulders feel like a boulder
Run up on me, I told you that it's over¨
Chopper get to doin' motherfuckers
Like it's homework
Clip stickin' out like a motherfuckin' boner
This is my flow
It's not a motherfucking loaner
Only one of me
Ain't no motherfucking cloners
Ballin' on these hoes like Adrian, Adrian
Knock 'em out, lil nigga, like Adrian Broner
Uh ay, ay, shake it
Ay, bitch uh, uh, ay

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