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Lil Wyte

Genres: Hip-Hop

Crash Da Clubs Lyrics - Lil Wyte

Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars 

Grippin' your nina hard, bitch, my blood inhated by heart 

When I buck you gonna start recognize life is a game 

And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't 'bout to change 

I'm snatch your chain, reimbursing you with some pain 

 

It's all over mane in which direction he make inzane 

I ain't 'bout that fame I'm 'bout the cheese, that this 'bout to bring 

So fuck your hoe name with you my faith was lacking some things 

I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja 

And I thought, I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders 

 

I'm hard to top shoot at plenty I bet it gonna knock, 

Whatever I drop but even your bitch can touch whatever I got 

You wildin' or not is so bring your beef to the spot 

Hope that you got your glock I'm strapped with no hesitance to pop 

So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock 

You like it or not its everlasting, ain't 'bout to stop 

 

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We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

 

Rotten core to the bone with no way home and destination, bitch 

I see you flying blind and you implying that I been trading, bitch 

And I helped you out and I put your name across the nation, bitch 

And I got the champ It's all the jealously up in you, bitch 

Now how do you think you going to get a piece of my wealth 

 

I created and sculpted, molded and made myself 

I'm furiously gifted, lyrically raised in hell 

If you want it, come get it you better brace yourself 

My provocative rocket wetting hoes on sight 

Interactive disaster crucial a pond your flight 

 

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Better watch I will ride especially at night 

I got a bullet in chamber coming at you that read Wyte 

So before you come tricking you better think about life 

You only got one you see and you better live it right 

Ride or die is my terms and I aint getting fucked twice 

Think you gone come out of here, come on, bitch, roll your dice 

 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

 

I'm 'bout to crash, the clubs break da law, throw some chairs 

Crack your jaw if it's killing season ain't no reason ain't no need to stop 

I'm the one put here to absorb all this energy and pain 

None stop pop from the top of the clip in glock, I still don't feel you mane 

'Cause of that gram of coke and now I'm puffin a pound of dro 

When I'm on that level and with my killas you will be found on the floor 

 

I must confess, I ain't about shit but if you think to cross me bitch 

You'll end up stankey, walk the plankey and empty out your pockets 

Bitch, break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck 

With these issues that I'm facing daily, I should tote a tec 

Get respect that's no option, all the hater filled with toxicin' 

 

Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols gets to floss' in 

Causing problem dodge' in bullets soon as I corrupt the scene 

Leaving damage making havoc reaction fuckin' with me 

Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame 

Lead to your bizack of your head before it hit your brain 

 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in 

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