bout to be a fight - lil wyte & frayser boy lyrics
[hook: lil wyte]
it’s ’bout to be a fight in this club (be a fight in this club)
it’s ’bout to be a fight in this club (be a fight in this club)
it’s ’bout to be a fight in this club (be a fight in this club)
it’s ’bout to be a fight in this club (be a fight in this club)
we gon’ sn-tch them up (stomp ’em down)
and beat them down (stomp ’em down)
we gon’ sn-tch them up (stomp ’em down)
and beat them down (stomp ’em down)
we gon’ sn-tch them up (stomp ’em down)
and beat them down (stomp ’em down)
we gon’ sn-tch them up (stomp ’em down)
and beat them down (stomp ’em down)
down, down
[verse 1: frayser boy]
all up in the club with a bad b-tch
ni-n-gga acting hard, launching, talking cash sh-t (p-ssy)
it ain’t nothing for one of these n-ggas to get blasted
sn-tched up out the club, now he’s sleeping in a casket
you-you-you don’t want that, ’cause i guarantee you ain’t with it
the street sh-t i live it, but if you talking cash i get it
i ain’t gonna say sh-t, i’mma show a n-gga who to play with
hit a f-ck boy the k b-tch, it’s a premanent vacation (vacation)
no time to be playing games, i don’t fight fair, n-gga f-ck beef
re-real n-gga i’m from the streets, there ain’t one of you n-ggas gon’ f-ck with me
frayser bizzle hitting first, beat a n-gga down
all my n-ggas with the sh-t, so don’t come around
[hook: lil wyte]
[verse 2: gangsta boo]
beating b-tches like it ain’t nothing, give them st-tches
been tearing clubs up, mosh pit n-ggas
pulling hoes hair, get robbed, get sn-tched
pop your head, cartoon locks for that -ss
all black on, looking evil with my goons
i don’t play fair, and n-gga i don’t lose
smoke a lot of weed, kicking blade with my patnas
mean mugging b-tches, if they jump i’mma pop them
devil shirt on so i’m feeling real dark
got pistols in the club, got pistols in the car
i ain’t claiming k!lla, but i will f-ck you up
lesbian kitty, play p-ssy get stuck
[hook: lil wyte]
[verse 3: lil wyte]
alright, i moved back to memphis so i just reloaded my clips
and called my dogs, told them let’s go hit beale street and get f-cking senseless
i can’t taste this crown, i can’t feel my face, i can’t see my hands
i can’t smell this og wyte kush and i can’t hear the band
so i could give a motherf-ck about what you do
we roll in the club and set up shop
fire up the loud, gather some hoes, pull out the molly, f-ck the cops
f-ck your side, b-tch we run it, always have and always will
send your girl over here on that bullsh-t, i’ll send that b-tch back on a pill
i got boozers with me, shooters with me, fools with me, i got all of the above
rowdy rednecks in my crew, we’ll sn-tch you up, we don’t give a f-ck
lil wyte i’m still with this sh-t, tear da club up before i leave
i’m drunk as h-ll and i’m high as f-ck, that’s how we do it here in tennessee
[hook: lil wyte]
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