Booty club playa lyrics

Artist  : Youngbloodz 
Song : Booty club playa
 
Hook

You’se just a booty club playa (a break yourself
pimp)
A hit the club, spend the dub (ol’ sucka-ass
self) (x4)

(sean paul)
When I hit the gc, my money buckled ? ? 
These hoes shakin’ they ass, but they ain’t
shakin’ it for free
Lookin’ dead at me, finna’ get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot
Now I’m almost out the door, one hour left before
they close
Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed
her clothes
Smellin’ good, lil’ shawty ? 
"can you lend a couple hundred to your
little cuz? "
And he did, so it’s on, dj play my favorite song
Shake em’ off, she shook em’ off, I broke her
off
Put the money in her thong
All night long these nigga lookin’ at me like I’m
wrong
Don’t where your playa’ partner, do dis’ thang
til’ the money gone

Hook

(j-bo)
It’s friday night, so what the hell is their to
do? 
I guess I’ll hit club niggas and go and get a
drank or two
And who do I see at the end of the bar? 
It’s that booty club playa, the same one without
no car
Spendin’ his mad little ends on some ass and his
friends
And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens
And then after then, I’m a’ go and head over to
magic city
Where I can get slizzard some mo’, and see alot
mo’ titties
And bitties actin’ shitty for somethin’ they
ain’t got
So look here shawty, it ain’t no need you gettin’
hot
For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
Now let me see dat’ thang, as I proceed to blow
the spot

Hook

(sean paul)
My fare lookin’ shawt, done spent all my change
Ain’t even got .35 to call a cab man
Nigga I’m big pistol, drank another drank of
win’
On the dance wit’ cha’
Shawty really, want me to come home wit’ her
Chargin’ five hundred, but I ain’t got it to give
her
Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher
Damn, I’m that club bandit, nigga they call me
mister
That nigga in the club payin’ bills to your
sister

(j-bo)
Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
Wit’ my nigga mark twayne and sean paul off in
the lac’
And now it’s on the crack, and we actin’, and
cuttin’ the fool
For every benjamin that we spend ain’t nothin’
cool
So I’m a’ let you know, just in case you didn’t
know
That them attic crew boys steppin’ in just for
the low
And if you ain’t wit’ it, then deal wit’ it, I
gotsta go
Cause we ain’t bout’ no games, and you can take
that to the store

Hook