Clyde Carson - Bring Em Out Lyrics
I won't deny itI'm a straight riderBaby, wanna ***** with me?On a late night, she just wanna creepOn her boyfriend, she just wanna cheatTop down blunt lit, cup fullFast lane turn, got us and off the halfLane work.Doing money while she on stageThey only know about cold lame champagneBut we ain't at the club. Don't act right?Have to actin up. I'm in a muscle carSeven deuce cup, keep the trap tightNever loose enough, get shit doneCall shots, something new about the car lotI type off, I get a hard timePull up, the car stallAll you see is, niggas having Uncle Whip shineStuntin on these niggasWithout tryin'Stuntin on these hoesThey know I'm buyingIt's on meWe ain't high[Hook]We bring 'em outHigh causeChampagne with hot broadsWe bring 'em outOn callReady to go,It won't stallForget your heelsAnd lean backLook, Liffie hot like a cage manShe want the real, I want the cashShe know the deal, don't get her pastI smell like O.G.Sipping codeinBut I never slow it downStill going o.t.Doing hard in the game like it's post-seasonTen chains on, no reasonClub life, Thug lifeWe brought the hoes outSo get rightMoney fall a lotThe car swipeBefore this party*****, real lifeClub lifeClub life, Thug lifeWe brought the hoes outSo get rightMoney fall a lotThe car swipeWe hit the partyPull up all thievesAll you see is, niggas having Uncle Whip shineStuntin on these niggasWithout tryin'Stuntin on these hoesThey know I'm buyingIt's on meWe ain't high[Hook]We bring 'em outHigh causeChampagne with hot broadsWe bring 'em outOn callReady to go,It won't stall
