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Loon

Genres: Rock

Who Is Dat Lyrics - Loon

[I own the club, thats right. 

Akon, thats right. 

dolla dolla, 

especially the strip club 

t-pain, convict 

I own the club, thats right. 

Akon, thats right. 

dolla dolla, 

especially the strip club 

t-pain, convict] 

 

let me talk to em, let me talk to em 

 

I hit the club with a mug so mean 

got them niggas like who the fuck is that? 

then I hopped up out the car so clean 

got them hoes like who the fuck is that? 

hit the door like right left back forth 

yeah I got the money, nigga thats of course 

hit the stage with a b-boy stand 

the club owner like who the fuck is that? 

 

pull up in somethin tinted, 

two hundred on the dash, 

yall shit rented 

hot drop cash, watch the door lift up 

this nigga dont look mad, 

Im what you never had 

 

some of this, and some of that 

tell that bitch to give me kiss, then I smack her on the ass 

throw a stack at her and laugh 

this shit to me aint nothing 

how much money do you have? thats not up for discussion 

Ill be mad she be not in something 

 

she knows whats up, European on them buttons 

I been rich since I was eleven 

my grams look like sevens 

my killers look like revens 

and you better count your blessings 

 

count a peace around my neck 

misdemeanor on my wrist 

got a felon on my pinky 

got you blinky when it gliss 

 

I got strippers on payroll 

charges in diago 

yayo like its mayo 

don't play around with me pasos 

you should see this steelow, neighborhood neno 

bitches call me Dolla, but these niggas call me Debo 

 

I hit the club with a mug so mean 

got them niggas like who the fuck is that? 

then I hopped up out the car so clean 

got them hoes like who the fuck is that? 

hit the door like right left back forth 

yeah I got the money, nigga thats of course 

hit the stage with a b-boy stand 

the club owner like who the fuck is that? 

 

we the realest niggas that you ever saw 

dont make me have to come around spread all yall 

the world so small, its a big golf ball 

just like the perky titties, just press them up against the wall 

and while we toss dollas, theyre just starin at my team 

you wishin that nigga had it lookin so clean 

track jacket on my back lookin at grean 

hangin off my ass is some convict jeans 

 

aint no long feda, gettin lots a chedda 

no matter how you look at it, bet I can do better 

no need to look better, like a glass of almonral 

got a little vendetta, then bring out the heavy 

then pull up on the trigga like Im pullin on these hoes 

to magic city nigga anything goes 

so impatient cant wait, the club close 

I bein the the lambo park beside your door 

 

I hit the club with a mug so mean 

got them niggas like who the fuck is that? 

then I hopped up out the car so clean 

got them hoes like who the fuck is that? 

hit the door like right left back forth 

yeah I got the money, nigga thats of course 

hit the stage with a b-boy stand 

the club on it like who the fuck is that? 

 

shinin like a mother fucker 

bbs is black 

steve erkle bought a ton 

that purple stay stinkin 

you talk to that nigga, I got swag, I got juice 

 

see me in that Bentley Coup 

right in front of runnin shoop 

you be runnin when I shoot, 

I be shootin when you runnin 

 

Con got me out the street, 

told me Dolla get that money 

now Im the club stuntin like la la la la 

laughin at these clown niggas like ha ha ha ha 

 

look, you fuckin with a winner 

strippin often for the dinner 

veteran in the game 

you wasnt niggas, just beginners 

and my d boy stands bout to pop a rubberband 

fuck that fightin in the club 

you niggas fuckin up my plans 

 

Im tryna get a dance, her name and her number 

take her to the teli and get some brain in the hummer 

you niggas make it rain while dolla make it thunda 

album comin soon bitch, get ready for the summer 

 

I hit the club with a mug so mean 

got them niggas like who the fuck is that? 

then I hopped up out the car so clean 

got them hoes like who the fuck is that? 

hit the door like right left back forth 

yeah I got the money, nigga thats of course 

hit the stage with a b-boy stand 

the club on it like who the fuck is that?