Fights out
$Rap Life$Oh no, the fight's out I'mma 'bout to punch yo lights out Get the fuck back, guard ya grill There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still I've been drankin' and bustin' too And I been thankin' of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in "Oh girl", they'll be mo dead Oh no, the fight's out I'mma 'bout to punch yo lights out Get the fuck back, guard ya grill There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still I've been drankin' and bustin' too And I been thankin' of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in "Oh girl", they'll be mo dead Two zero, I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out Grab the peels 'cause we robbin' tonight Beat the shit outta of security for stompin' the fight I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Chris I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggas We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggas I'm from the deck, tryna to disrespect DTP And watch the bottles start flyin' from the VIP Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move bitch, get out the way hoe All you fagot motherfuckers make way for two zero
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Oh no, the fight's out I'mma 'bout to punch yo lights out Get the fuck back, guard ya grill There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still I've been drankin' and bustin' too And I been thankin' of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in "Oh girl", they'll be mo dead Oh no, the fight's out I'mma 'bout to punch yo lights out Get the fuck back, guard ya grill There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still I've been drankin' and bustin' too And I been thankin' of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in "Oh girl", they'll be mo dead Two zero, I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out Grab the peels 'cause we robbin' tonight Beat the shit outta of security for stompin' the fight I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Chris I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggas We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggas I'm from the deck, tryna to disrespect DTP And watch the bottles start flyin' from the VIP Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move bitch, get out the way hoe All you fagot motherfuckers make way for two zero
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