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Dripping off my fingertips Tell me how you like that shit Imma let you get off quick Once I get inside that’s it Imma shoot the club up Shoot the club up Imma shoot the club up Imma shoot the club up Shoot the club up Imma shoot the club up Tore the club up Then I shot yo club up I might love her Ain't use no rubber She said don’t worry bout that shit You know I’m safe I said don’t matter anyway Bitch it’s too late Raw dog is a never I know I know better Let her get on top She came all on my Gucci sweater Hope this not a set up Letras de cancionesShe just want some feta Lеt her get me for my dough No I can’t go nеver Million dollar nuts All up in her guts Let shoot a movie cut These hoes I cannot trust Different diamond cuts My chains all tangled up Is it love or lust I think I’m finna bust Imma shoot the club up Shoot the club up Imma shoot the club up Imma shoot the club up Shoot the club up Imma shoot the club up From Letras Mania