[Intro:]
Aye, when we get in here
We just chillin and we gon vibe
We ain't with that fightin stuff tonight
Aye, Jay you can not get drunk
We gon need a ride home
[Verse 1: Kee]
Pulled up to the club in a fresh new buck
And a fresh new cut lookin fresh as fuck
No extra stuff I just freshened up
Black Tee and some J's I done said enough
My day wasn't right so I figured for the night
I'mma head to the club cause it's something I like
Ain't lookin for fight shit I'm for type
Of girl I can take home and change her life
We walked in, we settled in
It was more hoes than a metal fence
They structin round with elegance
I dont just want one I want her and her friends
I trying to get a chick to slide her number in my phone
So maybe we can head home and do something of our own
But since I walked the door hoes all on the floor
Getting low touchin toes
Nigga came here faded with no money to blow
Couldn't pull no hoes cause his pockets was low
But before you lose control it's just something that you need to know
[Hook: x2]
Ain't no fightin in the club tonight
Ain't no fightin in the club tonight
Too many hoes in here
Too many hoes in here
[Verse 2: Ryda]
My dawg called he wanna hit the club
N you know how we ride
I got three stripes, that Zoo York
That snapback, and them levis
Pulled up, hopped out
Pulled a bitch who was walking out
Im so far into my vibe
I dont even know what this bitch was talking bout
Me and this bitch lookin right tonight
Ain't trying to fight tonight
Tell you the truth I just might
Make this bitch a celebrity overnight
Two niggas arguing and they lookin like lames
This bitch beside me she was sayin the same thing
Thinkin to myself like that couldn't be me
Come to think about it that look like my nigga kee
Two shots led to a bottle stuntin hard like I hit the lotto
Yung Ryda, Lil Kee if you riding wit me you know the motto
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kee]
It 3am and the club bout to close
They was clearing it out and I was ready to go
Called B up and told him meet me out the door
He said 'alright' hung up and headed to my folk
Seen a bad lil thing with her hand on her chest
She winked at me and put her hand in a dress
Walked over to the woe then said whats next
Type of chick that make a nigga
Drop his chin to his chest
We was kissing, and touching
Gripping, grabbing, and rubbing
And I was ready for something but then
All of a sudden....
[Fights breaks out]
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Aye, when we get in here
We just chillin and we gon vibe
We ain't with that fightin stuff tonight
Aye, Jay you can not get drunk
We gon need a ride home
[Verse 1: Kee]
Pulled up to the club in a fresh new buck
And a fresh new cut lookin fresh as fuck
No extra stuff I just freshened up
Black Tee and some J's I done said enough
My day wasn't right so I figured for the night
I'mma head to the club cause it's something I like
Ain't lookin for fight shit I'm for type
Of girl I can take home and change her life
We walked in, we settled in
It was more hoes than a metal fence
They structin round with elegance
I dont just want one I want her and her friends
I trying to get a chick to slide her number in my phone
So maybe we can head home and do something of our own
But since I walked the door hoes all on the floor
Getting low touchin toes
Nigga came here faded with no money to blow
Couldn't pull no hoes cause his pockets was low
But before you lose control it's just something that you need to know
[Hook: x2]
Ain't no fightin in the club tonight
Ain't no fightin in the club tonight
Too many hoes in here
Too many hoes in here
[Verse 2: Ryda]
My dawg called he wanna hit the club
N you know how we ride
I got three stripes, that Zoo York
That snapback, and them levis
Pulled up, hopped out
Pulled a bitch who was walking out
Im so far into my vibe
I dont even know what this bitch was talking bout
Me and this bitch lookin right tonight
Ain't trying to fight tonight
Tell you the truth I just might
Make this bitch a celebrity overnight
Two niggas arguing and they lookin like lames
This bitch beside me she was sayin the same thing
Thinkin to myself like that couldn't be me
Come to think about it that look like my nigga kee
Two shots led to a bottle stuntin hard like I hit the lotto
Yung Ryda, Lil Kee if you riding wit me you know the motto
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kee]
It 3am and the club bout to close
They was clearing it out and I was ready to go
Called B up and told him meet me out the door
He said 'alright' hung up and headed to my folk
Seen a bad lil thing with her hand on her chest
She winked at me and put her hand in a dress
Walked over to the woe then said whats next
Type of chick that make a nigga
Drop his chin to his chest
We was kissing, and touching
Gripping, grabbing, and rubbing
And I was ready for something but then
All of a sudden....
[Fights breaks out]
[Hook]
[Outro:]
( Kee )
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