Lyrics containing the term: boys+in+the+club+lyrics+christina+milian+song (2025)

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We be up all night, up all night, this is loveWe be up all night, up all night, don't give a fuckGot my hands up high, so high, in the clubAll

finally got lifeYou finally got right? No longer a black sheepLiving off ya dreams like Christina uh-MilianIn the front seat of a convertible eloping

There it isChristina Milian, Ja RuleMurder Inc.

of the country bungies off bridgesWithout no snap backAnd bitches they say they need thatTo shake they fannies in the ass clubsThey go the other route

to but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugsRock clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality showCalled Soul

way from what I came fromFighting in the clubFor just sayin' somethin'Now my passports fullI'm outta pagesNew places, new facesNew fans, all ages

in the industrySo from the street to the clubIt's ya boy show me loveWe gotta keep it gangstas that's how we gettin loveNever fall for the love

sowie Christina MilianRufe suck it or not sowie Killa CamWie ich deutschrap zersäge ist kriminellBin ein Bad Boy Rap nineties Biggy FanDeine bitch

how the lyrics in the songs might get twistedMy wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstickI'm a private guy and you know nothin' 'bout my

I really get dropped from "Tommy Boy"(Chicka) No!Nigga please, I use more tools than "Black and Decker"Wrote songs for niggas for classic

club lines, should've come with usWe left that shit in '09 when we was comin' upI mean, these just my suggestions of courseEm Rata here fresh off

know where I'm going so I had to do the song, Baby girl I'm (going)[Chorus:]Ya Boy who to talk about, And if there's hoes in the club we gon' walk

dreamin' of two on onesWith Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it onAnd Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the trampThree lettermans that

went venomIn them cobras when the wind blowsBeen on it since the moment rainWas pouring out my windowI danced in it, in my b-boy stanceStanding in

to but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugsRock clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality showCalled Soul

clean-cut for a thugYou should see the stampede when we rush in the clubIt's like a offensive foul how they running to usCharge all their drinks on that

brought the whole trapMama, this your song, you know the lyricsGonna break ya ankles, yeah, that's the spiritGo nutty, go bananas, go berserkShow them

hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin?(Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineerIt's a nice night in L.AWe're recordin' this mixtape and shit

real pretty hit the switchBoy im pressureScribble scrbble on the pad yea im lyricDropping bars making pressure in the ink i dont fear itNo narc no

and drugsPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubsThey say my music's makin' 'em lose it, I write it in bloodThis is my music for all my people

freestyle off the top of the bit with theYou get it in in the club, bottle full of bubMummy I've got the X if you're into takin' drugsInto havin' sex,

me about chicks I done it allYeah I’ve been in more holes that a golf ballYou can ask about meEverywhere you goYeah I’m getting minesYour boy is

and drugsPoverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubsThey say my music's makin' 'em lose it, I write it in bloodThis is my music for all my people

clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality showCalled Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in youYou'se a bitch I got ones