Songtext Crash da club von Lil Wyte

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Crash da club

DJ Paul
HCP Hypnotize Minds introducin

Lil Wyte
Mutha fukin' Lil' Wyte straight from the M-town mutha fuka

DJ Paul
Don't play we bout ta what?

Lil Wyte
Yall aint ready fo this shit we finin to crash da mutha fukin' club dawg

DJ Paul
You aint drunk nigga

Lil Wyte
You aint drunk mutha fuka

DJ Paul
Its goin down HC mutha fukin P the creators of the crunk shit we bout to tear this mutha fukin up den crash da club bitch

Lil Wyte
Most of ya mental scars outlinin ya inside bars gripin yo needle heart kiss my blood n hata by heart when the fuck u gonna start to recognizin life is a game it's always da same da dice u rollin aint bout the change im snatchin yo change reinbersin u is the pain it's all on the main n which direction he makes his fame i aint bout that fame im bout that cheese n it's bout that brains so fuk yo whole name with few my papers lackin sum thangs im startin all ova the composition stinkin like odors n i thot i told ya when i come thru im crushin like boulders im hard to top tru destiny my fetish come knockin whatever i drop but even yo beast can't touch what i got u whilin or not if so bring all yo beef to the spot hope u gotcho glock im strappin no hesitant to pop so back yo words up n keep on chokin out on that cock you like it or not it's Everlast that aint bout to stop

Lil Wyte
(8x)
We bout to crash da club
Throw sum chairs

Lil Wyte
Rotten core to the bone wit no way home n destination bitch i see u flyin by n u implyin that ive been tradin bitch n i helped ya out i put yo name across the nation bitch n i got the chance it's all the jealousy up in ya bitch now how do ya think ya gonna get a piece of my wealth? i created scopin n made myself im froucisiouley gifted lyricly raised in hell if u want it come get it u beter brace urself my purogitive locked and im weddin hoes on sight it's a ractive disaster curutal upon your flight better watch out we're riding especialy at night got a bullet and chamber commin after that reise white so befor you come trippin you better think about life you only got one to see and you better live it right ride or die is my terms and i aint gettin fucked twice think your gonna come out ahead come on bitch role your dice

Lil Wyte
(8x)
We bout to crash da club
Throw sum chairs

Lil Wyte
Im bout to crash the club break the law throw some chairs crack your jaw if it's killin season aint no reason aint no need to stall im the one put here to abosrob all this energy and pain none stop pop to the top of the clip and your glock i still don't feel ya man cause of that crown the coke now im fuckin a puond of drow when im on the leval and wit my killas you'll be found on the flour i must confess i aint bout shit but if you think of crossin me bitchand let them stank and walk the plank and empty out your pocets bitch break the law break your legcrash the club and crack you neck whith these issues that im facing dayly i should toll the tec get respect that's no option all the haters fulled with toxin walk right through this inturupt the crowd and pistalls get to flossin cousein problems dodgen bulets soon as i currupt the sceen leavin damage makin habits reaction fuckin wit me chance of your desact go though my head when you ignight the flame lead to your disaster befor it hit you brain

Lil Wyte
(8x)
We bout to crash da club
Throw sum chairs

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DJ Paul
HCP Hypnotize Minds introducin

Lil Wyte
Mutha fukin' Lil' Wyte straight from the M-town mutha fuka

DJ Paul
Don't play we bout ta what?

Lil Wyte
Yall aint ready fo this shit we finin to crash da mutha fukin' club dawg

DJ Paul
You aint drunk nigga

Lil Wyte
You aint drunk mutha fuka

DJ Paul
Its goin down HC mutha fukin P the creators of the crunk shit we bout to tear this mutha fukin up den crash da club bitch

Lil Wyte
Most of ya mental scars outlinin ya inside bars gripin yo needle heart kiss my blood n hata by heart when the fuck u gonna start to recognizin life is a game it's always da same da dice u rollin aint bout the change im snatchin yo change reinbersin u is the pain it's all on the main n which direction he makes his fame i aint bout that fame im bout that cheese n it's bout that brains so fuk yo whole name with few my papers lackin sum thangs im startin all ova the composition stinkin like odors n i thot i told ya when i come thru im crushin like boulders im hard to top tru destiny my fetish come knockin whatever i drop but even yo beast can't touch what i got u whilin or not if so bring all yo beef to the spot hope u gotcho glock im strappin no hesitant to pop so back yo words up n keep on chokin out on that cock you like it or not it's Everlast that aint bout to stop

Lil Wyte
(8x)
We bout to crash da club 
Throw sum chairs

Lil Wyte
Rotten core to the bone wit no way home n destination bitch i see u flyin by n u implyin that ive been tradin bitch n i helped ya out i put yo name across the nation bitch n i got the chance it's all the jealousy up in ya bitch now how do ya think ya gonna get a piece of my wealth? i created scopin n made myself im froucisiouley gifted lyricly raised in hell if u want it come get it u beter brace urself my purogitive locked and im weddin hoes on sight it's a ractive disaster curutal upon your flight better watch out we're riding especialy at night got a bullet and chamber commin after that reise white so befor you come trippin you better think about life you only got one to see and you better live it right ride or die is my terms and i aint gettin fucked twice think your gonna come out ahead come on bitch role your dice

Lil Wyte
(8x)
We bout to crash da club 
Throw sum chairs

Lil Wyte
Im bout to crash the club break the law throw some chairs crack your jaw if it's killin season aint no reason aint no need to stall im the one put here to abosrob all this energy and pain none stop pop to the top of the clip and your glock i still don't feel ya man cause of that crown the coke now im fuckin a puond of drow when im on the leval and wit my killas you'll be found on the flour i must confess i aint bout shit but if you think of crossin me bitchand let them stank and walk the plank and empty out your pocets bitch break the law break your legcrash the club and crack you neck whith these issues that im facing dayly i should toll the tec get respect that's no option all the haters fulled with toxin walk right through this inturupt the crowd and pistalls get to flossin cousein problems dodgen bulets soon as i currupt the sceen leavin damage makin habits reaction fuckin wit me chance of your desact go though my head when you ignight the flame lead to your disaster befor it hit you brain

Lil Wyte
(8x)
We bout to crash da club 
Throw sum chairs