[Verse 1: D. Smiley]
Aye shawty bring that a** over it's been on my mind all night
And I caught you checking me out looking like you want some of this dick in your life
And the way you work got that s** appeal I think I'm going to loose my mind
And the way you look I'm sure the p**y taste good can a n***a just get a little bite, oh my
Ain't never had a dude be so blunt and it turns you on cause its new
And a girl like you
Ain't used to my type
But right now its looking like its that time
You like the way I tell you what you want to hear just to get yourself through the whole f**ing night
Your man hits your phone you hit ignore and try to let me know he ain't been pleasing you right
But that's probably a lie
I may be faded but who you think you fooling
You bad but carry drama so gon' and keep it moving
Or i'll call f** it on this night
And you can come to the crib to do whatever while we get high
Or maybe not, damn, f** it lets do it
All moral code gone out the window what you doing
I don't know if this is a dream or reality
But every time I hit a clubs it brings the worst out of me and
[Hook: CLV]
My n***as can't get into the club
I can't roll weed in the club
So much temptation in the club
That's why I don't go to the club
(oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I say oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
My n***as can't get into the club
I can't roll weed in the club
So much temptation in the club
That's why I don't go to the club
(oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I say oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
[Verse 2: D. Smiley]
At the crib chilling and I got my blunts rolled
With these beats playing that my n***a Swisha slaying
Trying to get my mothaf**in mode on
Ain't trying to hear what nobody saying
My phones blowing up a lot of friends going out, asking me to go out
Ill rather stay in the house
That's that sh** you don't comprehend but it makes sense due to differences in our f**ing lifestyles
Im gon' do me and homie you do you
You hit club and I stay in the stu
You leave with no lady, I got one home waiting
Only trouble anyway with the games they be playing
Whether they want a free drink, or free entry to a show
A groupie for the night, don't say s*ut or ho
Oh you mad now, what you called then
Hold up ill wait, don't be stalling
You hate I speak the real
You hate you fit the bill
Gon' head momma twerk that a** and make sure ya body lives to the beat
Do what you came to do, I don't do no judging
I done made my mistakes, got my priorities straight, now it's nothing but the mothaf**in work
Rather spend money on a beat or spend money on some trees, than spend money on some drinks with a whole bunch of flirts
On that alcohol I don't act right so I try to stay away from it at all times
I turn into something that's never been me, it brings out every demon that's been waiting to be released
[Hook: CLV]