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letra de in tha club - stilldyl

[chorus: stilldyl]
in the club, f-cked up
got thirty thotty little b-tches on my d-ck, like, uh
what’s up?
that’s tough, you ducked, gon’ get f-cked up
you know what’s up, lil ho, get f-cked
you know we like it rough
we might get buck, don’t test my luck
we throw them duck or you get struck
like, what the f-ck?

[verse 1: stilldyl]
two e pills, lock jaw, ya, i’m giggin’
too f-cked up from the potion i be sippin’
lookin’ like i’m soaked from the way i be drippin’
give no sh-ts, i’m in the vip with a million
chillin’ with a model and you know she want my c-ck
function h-lla it and it’s never gonna stop
diamonds on my chain and they swing when i walk
finesse yo’ b-tch with the way that i talk

[chorus: stilldyl]
in the club, f-cked up
got thirty thotty little b-tchеs on my d-ck, like, uh
what’s up?
that’s tough, you ducked, gon’ get f-ckеd up
you know what’s up, lil ho, get f-cked
you know we like it rough
we might get buck, don’t test my luck
we throw them duck or you get struck
like, what the f-ck?
[verse 2: sugs]
every set i done did, every show i’m the highlight of
runnin’ through the red bumping “as it was”
like mike on the track, every mic i touch, like
dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun
had a field day f-cker when i cut you up
dumped ol’ boo, newer thang in my clutch
bruce w. blacked down to the boots, so punk (ahh, ahh)
sure you got the right track?
leave the bar for a breath but i’m coming right back
boy, get yo grimy hand off my dime bag
act like tommy wamb, “put my wine back!”
rollin’ stupid, ass strong, got me dumbfounded
move silent but you dummies are dumb loud
in the glad’ pit, judging f-ckers with thumbs down
this for the club, get the heart filled with blood pounding

[hook]
in the club, f-cked up
got thirty thotty little b-tches on my d-ck, like, uh
what’s up?
that’s tough, you ducked, gon’ get f-cked up
you know what’s up, lil ho, get f-cked
you know we like it rough
we might get buck, don’t test my luck
we throw them duck or you get struck
like, what the f-ck?
[verse 3: stilldyl]
posted at the club and you know we finna rage
throwing blue bills ’cause i’m always getting paid
haters at my left and they steady throwing shade
i could give a f-ck ’cause my life, i got it made
yeah, she’s a baddy so you know i had to slide
shakin’ that ass from the left to the right
hourglass shape and she looks so divine
i’ll be taking her home by the end of the night

- stilldyl

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