Songtexte i shot the club up tryna look for you - DFL JAY

(Boom in the next speakerbox near you)
It's a miracle how bad I want ya
Used to throw bands in the club for a bitch like you
Ain't that true
Who dat bitch that right there
Who dat bitch that right there
Who dat bitch that right there
(Security) Yeah
I'ma leave it like this

Went from ELA books to puttin' VVs on my body
Went from driving 'round Tahoes to dreamin' bout them 'raris
New hunnids got 'em sorry
Oh yeah, yeah
New gas in the fucking air
Go fast, baby, I'm right there
Shawty, you don't need nobody
No, you don't need nobody else
New bands in the bank
Does this make you happy
It should make you happy
'Cause you don't need nobody else

Bitches bout to get hurt (No way)
Where the fuck you at (Where the fuck you at)
Tay would never listen
FK seven.5 like a VAT
You my bitch, girl, that ass too fat
What I do to get you mad like
Mad like, mad like that
(Blih)

Yeah
(DFL Bitch)
You know, you know
You know, you know
You know, you know

You know, you know
You know, you know
You know, you know
You know, you know