Nightclub Fight Club - Body Like | Текст песни

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• Nightclub Fight Club
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Pre-Hook (KSol, JP):
Oh, baby girl
need to come right back to me
I've been holding you closer
with your head on my shoulder
but tonight I'm gonna
treat you like a freak

Hook (Mike):
I'ma rock ya body like ooh
I'ma rock ya body hot, lemme show you what I got

Post-Hook (JP):
Tracks like a firing squad
rappin like a rocket flare
stacks like a private vault
swagga like a rocking chair

KSol:
Ever hear a beat so fly that you stay in the zone?
And like a hot girl, you drool and can't leave her alone?
That's the beat right here, JP put in work
Old school flavor, make you wanna do the jerk
Can't stop, won't stop, like Puffy in the '90s
Feelin like I'm flowin with a live band behind me
We go together like "God Bless You" when you sneeze
and we fit together side by side, like Siamese
Walk into the club and bang our shit
bitches all up on us and up on our dicks
part Native American, from the Slap-a-ho Tribe
Bitches wanna drive the whip, my dick is their slow ride
Nightclub Fight Club, yeah we bringin the noise
my rappin'll do damage, but my singin destroys
We the coolest cats since the sabretooth
Come here girl, let's go back to my favorite booth

JP:
VIP, the NCFC guest series' third lecture
These word weapons like Napster: they burn records
We earn forever, what's your method?
If the Bible said "Grind", you still wouldn't have a work ethic
Collecting cheddar, while all of the rest play mice
Bars all day; that's why Club's in the name twice
your shit's childish, my .32
will leave you playin peek-a-boo in the ICU
Get a clue, I got the old school flustered
because I got revolvers in the halls, I'm just like Colonel Mustard
The game on edge like the 3G's busted
JP a fucking robot, never see me rusted
just trust that I bust sluts, a real freak nigga
treat women classy but I'm nasty when I'm deep in em
yeah I got game, boy, play a ho like Pokemon
I turn on my charm and her clothes are gone

Mike:
Flip this shit my dick split ya clit
The same way as every day i came to rip the clip
You see Im with a chick with lips made for a kiss
Got game the same as playin on a playstation disc
My cartridge cause chicks to open they slots
And my car's rich never gonna own a parkin spot
Cuz i got a whole lot that I wanted to spend
When im turnin you on, though I never offend
You gettin better, whether gettin wetter or not
I'm forever gettin better cheddar than shredders get in Vermont
The weather is what I got, you could name me Nick Cage
A plethora of the drops, mimmymakin it rain
Man, needa worry less about the Gucci
Cuz nigga it ain't gonna help you get the coochie
I'ma freshen this gorilla-lookin nigga up with Louis
I spit mad game: hockey tooey

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