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Some information about Crash Da Club Remix Lyrics Title: Lil Wyte - Crash Da Club Remix lyrics Artist: Lil Wyte Album: Doubt Me Now Visitors: 11 visitors have visited Crash Da Club Remix Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [Lil Wyte ...ah yeah Hypnotize Mindswassup Lil Wyte featuring Juvenile Crash the mothafuckin clubthe REMIX!! - and its goin down for you hoes Like THIS!!...Multiple Memphis scaresoutlining your insides wit bars Grippin your nina hardbitch my blood inha-led by heart When the fuck you gon startrecognize that life is a game And it s always the samethem dice you rolling ain t Bouta change I m snatchin your chainreimbursing you with some pain It s all over manein which direction he makes a zane I ain t bout that fameI m bout the cheeseand this Bouta bring So fuck your hoe namewith you my faith was lacking some things I m starting all over with composition sticky like doja And I thought I told ya when I come through I m crushing like boulders I m hard ta topshoot at plenty I bet it s gon knock it - whatever I drop But even your beef can t touch what I got You wildin or notif is so bring all your beef ta the spot Hope you got your glockI m strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop So back your words upand keep on choking out on that cock You like it or notits everlasting - ain t Bouta stop [Hook: Lil Wyte - repeat 8X We Bouta Crash Da Club - throw some chairs [DJ Scratching Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something [Juvenile Aiyo smoke somethingchoke somethingget real nice We ain t gonfall on our face - but we gon be right Lookpolice ain t around when I do my dirt Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work You with them freaks - I be in the streets Y all be wearing them Bee s - I be wearing Ree s Running wit my g s from the U-T-P This is where I m gonna be until I D-I-E Wodieit s goin down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay Where niggaz drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank Bitch gatta say somethingerr time They never handle they buisnessbut staying in line Seeking you will findthe loaded up .9 Wanted at cha cuz it of fa stealin my mind Juvenile and Three-6 thats a-one-of-a-kind Tooken up yo golds - nigga get ready ta blind [Hook [Lil Wyte I m Bouta crash da clubbreak the law Throw some chairscrack your jaw If it s killing season - ain t no reason - ain t no need ta stale I m the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain Non-stop-pop-from-the-top-of-the-clip-in-ya-glockI still don t feel you mane Cause of thatground the coke and now I m puffin a pound of dro When I m on that level and wit my killaz you will be found on the flo I must confesI ain t bout shitbut if you think ta cross me bitch You ll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets bitch Break da lawbreak your legcrash da club and crack your neck Wit these issues that I m facing - daily I should tote a tec Get respectthat s no optionall the haters filled with toxin Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin Causing problem - dodging bullets - soon as I corrupt the scene Leaving damage - making havoc reaction fuckin with me Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain [Hook Hottest songs from Lil Wyte : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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