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elks - tyrone briggs lyrics

around the corner from the p’s where we parlayed
all my n*ggas suited for the party at the place between the pelt and maple parkway
instant messenger on aim, that’s how we tell b*tches
to tell b*tches tonight we in the elks with it
a party hall where dudes from every hood would come to flex in
you know the bouncer than he let you in there with your weapon
fights and shootouts usually how the night was ended
a death trap because the only exit was the entrance
still i’m in an attendance, like i don’t got no sense it
was the thrill, plus i had a thing for ghetto project b*tches
spanish broads with the red hair, that was might type, or
brown skinned joints with black hair, and highlights
they was all going
so me, flu, breeze, t, reem was all rolling
6 different liquors in our cup, we all pour it
already prepared
no need to pick up shae b*tta that n*gga already there, yeah
breeze had a corolla, flu had a cut less
we treated like they were bentley’s and the hoes loved it
knew it was us by them geno green three x tee’s, lil wayne blasting out the speakers, that was gsp
summer time shootouts at the elks n*gga
where your attire acquired the iron right by your belt n*gga
had to be there to feel the way we felt n*gga
summertime shootouts at the elks

swerving forest avenue we so drunk
by the grace of god, that’s the cops ain’t pull us over
especially with the police station around the corner
man that moment felt like n0body can control us
other n*ggas from other hoods, but this is our trenches
some get fly n*ggas mixed with live wire n*ggas
ask to come inside by a couple f*ck thot b*tches
don’t feel like getting in drama, we parking lot pimpin
yeah, posted up
shae b*tta on the corner throwing up
leaned over on the car, n*ggas over drunk
few chicks approached us but
they iight now, but i know they gonna look hideous once we sober up
f*ck it, after this we up at ihop
fanangle hoes then we back to breeze or t times spot
but them plans of ours done got c*ck blocked
some stupid n*gga let off five shots
d*mn

- tyrone briggs lyrics

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