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letra de club goin crazy - yung ritch

[intro]
got the club goin crazy
im with my n-ggas though, nts its time to get it, yea

[hook]
i do it cuz it gotta get done
and the club goin crazy and the club goin crazy
we wildin and having some fun
and the club goin crazy and the club goin crazy
we walked in with a coupla ones
and the club goin crazy and the club goin crazy
these strippers -ss poppin like drums
and the club goin crazy and the club goin crazy

[bridge]
we pourin up i dont know how much but its alot
we showing up and we taking over that spot
youll be surprised them pretty girls out here be them thots
i told her give me head like top and after dont gimme no talk

[verse]
n-ggas be doing the most, they at like some hoes
i just be chillin and woo i get my bread and my dough
my n-ggas sweating over them stoves
they dont be stressing no hoes
close yo mouth or we slit ya neck
make that boy talk out his throat
my jewelry just got me so cold
even in heat i got snow
i told her just call me yung ritch and stick to the code
the money stick when its new its sticking glue x2
i get i the booth and let loose when we fight its no rules
ive been keeping it cool, ive been keeping it true
the difference between me and you ive been keeping it true
play you like fools im paying my dues
i came with nothing to lose
diamonds dance in the sun, bout to light up a blunt
take away problems im feeling so numb
i hit it once and im done
i can’t get stuck on no p-ssy, i can’t get stuck on no p-ssy
i can’t get stuck on no p-ssy, dam the drugs done took me

[verse]
yea whole club goin crazy i done popped off and im sippin
smokin on the everyday bases
still ball hard with my n-ggas and we pullin up with them hitters
i done met the plug he done put me on
now the whole team getting richer
new add on snapchat might clap that if that -ss fat
run up in yo spot and crash that
then cop a pound no hashtag
yea give the p-ssy up, got the gang with us
chains tangled up, cash in my hand screaming we dont give a f-ck
get it off the jump its no vert
chillin smokin on the purp
leap of faith, knew it was gone work
only real sh-t in the verse
5k on her purse but no money inside her purse
i told her its best to have money then look like money
thats all i know
rich n-gga b-tch, came in this b-tch with a b-tch with a b-tch
imma be rich won’t quit, imma make hits won’t miss
imma do me and thats it, world in my hand balled fist
showed talked and walked it
clothes in my closet cost a fortune
now im flexing flossin money what im talking crazy

- yung ritch

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