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lettuce in the club - digital underground lyrics

[money b]
uh*huh, uh*huh, absolut in the house

[verse 1: money b]
now, i’m a start it off first by pouring a drink
it’s your boy money*b, yeah, i’m f*cking with binc
we getting high, all fly chicks trying to be down
vacate b*tch like a watery clown (now, i’m a**)
smoke in your face, got a gun on my waist
i got my d*ck in my hand, b*tch, come get a taste
give it a few laps like you’re running a race
bite, you get slapped, yeah, i come from a place
run with a young ape, put a hoe on the track
and most joints just be silver and black
where they sharp as a tack, if you’re dummy it’s better
if you see one of these shoe players, you’ll finally gеt better
(now, i’m a**) recognisе, step to the left
come with that weak sh*t, i’m a choke you to death
i drink, binc hit the weed to choke you death
when i f*ck you from behind i’m a choke you to death!

[chorus: shock g]
let us in the club!

[chorus: money b]
we gon’ get in and you know we need it
t*shirts and jeans and no collars needed
[chorus: shock g]
money b and binc!

[chorus: money b]
got the rubbers in the club, we choosing
we going dumb and we getting stupid

[chorus: shock g]
let us in the club!

[chorus: money b]
we gon’ get it and you know we need it
t*shirts and jeans and no collars needed

[chorus: shock g]
money b and binc!

[chorus: money b]
got whoever’s in the club we choosing
we going dumb and we getting stupid

[verse 2: binc]
ayyy! i hand it to you and you hand it back
i don’t give a f*ck b*tch if it’s mickey’s or yac
it’s the bay og and binc on the attack
he’s sipping vodka and i’m a be sipping jack
i’m taking evasive action on the hate
i gotta spit on this track, got things to say
i’m drunk, and i wanna split with you
it’s binc so hurry and tell me what it do
girl, what the f*ck you talking ‘bout you ain’t a ho
you know what’s up so get your keys and sh*t, it’s time to go
i do my thing from brentwood to buffalo
i f*ck bad hoes, you cupcake and cuddle those
i got umbrellas, you with your coat, you wiping puddles up
i knock the fattest b*tch in the club so i can bubble up
[money b]
it’s money b and binc

[chorus: shock g]
let us in the club!

[chorus: money b]
we gon’ get in and you know we need it
t*shirts and jeans and no collars needed

[chorus: shock g]
money b and binc!

[chorus: money b]
got the rubbers in the club, we choosing
we going dumb and we getting stupid

[chorus: shock g]
let us in the club!

[chorus: money b]
we gon’ get it and you know we need it
t*shirts and jeans and no collars needed

[chorus: shock g]
money b and binc!
[chorus: money b]
got whoever’s in the club we choosing
we going dumb and we getting stupid

[money b]
b*i*n*c, that b*i*n*c, that’s binc
that’s northern california, money b
binc*ky, young binc
big d*ck playing all you dumb ass hoes
yo, where the crib at, we do it like dat!
ayyy! now, i’m a**! haha! haha

- digital underground lyrics

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