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Went about looking in the club But you ain't in my section, put your cup in You dumb ass niggas get the fuck from us You taking up space, make room for the hoes So many bros, make room for the hoes I'm looking good but I'm feeling aggy Broke niggas coming to harass me If it ain't about no money don't say shit If you a fan of showing love, that's basics You ain't 'bout my album but you hang with Me and my people that I came with Big riders be the type that don't bang you Smack you in the face that your chain quit, yo Who the fuck gonna let the babes over? Take your bitch from you till your date's over She looking at me like I'm doing it up She looking at you like is it cool if I fuck And now she doing my thing Went about looking in the club But you ain't in my section, put your cup in You dumb ass niggas get the fuck from us You taking up space, make room for the hoes So many bros, make room for the hoes Letras de cancionesVIP, me and BSB know the mile Get money, get bitches, get niggas hollow Could've shot a movie called Pac and we did not, though You ask me for a drink while I'm sipping out the bottle? Fuck is on your mind, nigga, you a man kisser? You know we in the club, right, you know they sell liquor? You the type that wanna play the couch looking chill Then you looking in your phone when they come with the bill Gold diggers looking for a come up of sorts But when they digging me they just come up short Except for the long stroke, fur for my long coat Bro wage your plan with the green off coat Put my cellphone, for my city I put on I ain't that nigga, all these other niggas false hopes Hottest in these streets and they know it I don't run from it, I relish in the moment Went about looking in the club But you ain't in my section, put your cup in You dumb ass niggas get the fuck from us You taking up space, make room for the hoes So many bros, make room for the hoes From Letras Mania