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MadeinTYO – Club Close Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted June 2, 2018•0 Comment(s)

[Intro]
Private Club shit
Private Club shit
24hrs type shit (ooh)
Real nigga type shit (ooh)
I love the Private Club (skrrt)

[Pre-Hook]
I like the dub hoes (ooh)
What time the club close? (hey)
I like the rose gold (skrr, skrr)
We don’t need promo
Nigga the world knows (ooh)
Nigga your girl know (ooh)
What time the club close? (hey)
What time the club close? (skrr)

[Hook]
Let it breathe, let it breathe
What time the club close?
Let it breathe, let it breathe
What time the club close?
Nigga your girl know (skrr)
What time the club close? (ooh)
Nigga your girl know (yeah)
What time the club close? (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Diamond pie, Katy Perry (bling)
Top ten [?] (ooh)
Pancake blueberry (ya)
KD, Steph Curry (swish)
[?] cost a hunnid (ooh)
Bad bitch, no stomach (skrr, skrr)
[?] and I’m blunted
Niggas know how I’m comin’
What time the club close? (ooh)
Bring out the spade (ooh, ooh)
[?]
[?]
Good head, top ramen
We ain’t none in common
Foo foo with that fuck shit
Foo foo when that truck fit

[Verse 2]
What time the club close? (ooh)
I be on [?] (hey)
I be in DC (yeah)
I be at Gold Ghost (yeah, yeah)
Can’t wait for Monday (yeah, yeah)
I’ll be in Magic
Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek
I’ll let her have it (ooh)
Workin’ the [?] (skrr)
She want a threeway (skrr, skrr)
Bih it my B-Day (hey)
Bitch it my B-Day (hey)
I be in NY (ooh)
I be that fly guy
You want a cosign (skrr, skrr)
She wanna slow grind (ooh)

Cashing Out

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted August 11, 2017•0 Comment(s)

Lyrics to ‘Cashing Out’ by MadeinTYO:

–Intro–
We in New York, you dig
Private Club, you dig
Of course, you dig
Yeah, yeah

–Chorus–
Cashing out (racks)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (wham)
Pullin’ out (skrt skrt)
Now that bitch is fiending out (racks)
Cashing out (ooh)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (skrt skrt)
Pullin’ out
Now that bitch is fiending out (yeah)

–Verse 1–
I put in work, you call off work
Ooh, fuck off a perk (skrt skrt)
You do the worst, I do the best
I want a buzz on the chest, uh
Daddy as fuck, pushin’ your luck
Uh, we getting bucks, uh
Nowadays runnin’ up, uh
Lil nigga push your luck, yeha
I got tricks like a kick flip
Gassed up like a Kwik Trip
I did it first, I did it first
I want a test with a verse, uh
Tired of comparison
Young nigga, yeah it’s so embarrassin’
Fuck up her hair again
My shawty bad, yeah she arrogant

–Verse 2–
Lil mama wanna top me
Yeah girl, go sloppy
Fix the flow and they copy
Spanish girl call me papi
Chain on Murakami, yeah
Chain on Murakami, uh
Tokyo where you find me
Labels all wanna sign me, uh
Talking out
Pussy boy, watch your mouth, uh
Rocking out
Diamonds always hanging out, uh
Give me head ’til I’m dead
Bitch I’m acting out, uh
Undercover jacket bitch
What your fashion ’bout?

–Outro–
You already know what it is
Spanish girls treat me like I’m J Balvin
You already know what goin’ on

24hrs – Twenty Revenge (12 Am Mixtape) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 21, 2016

[Intro]
It’s 24 hours
It’s 12:am
Apex a boss
(M-m-murda)
Apex a boss

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
I was young and in heaven
24hrs down at Magic
They try to count me out
I don’t know what that’s about
20 days, 40 reckless
20 boss stuck quick
Girlfriend wanna pick
Regulate what time you sleep
I’m at Follies day shift
Grab a nigga be light
I’m up in the booth flyin’
Eatin’ wings with propane
20, I’ve been the boss
20, I’ve been ran it up
20, it’s my time to shine
20, I’m takin’ what’s mine

[Hook: 24hrs]
I was takin’ opportunities
I was workin’ like it’s two of me
Labels ain’t know what to do with me
All along they was losin’ me
All along they was losin’ me
This 20 revenge, this 20 revenge

[Verse 2: 24hrs]
This 20 revenge, you act like my friends
That shit was pretend
Seen real niggas fold
Never sold my soul
24 finna glow
AMG smokin’ dope
24 finna glow
AMG smokin’ dope
I made my lil young nigga rich
20 a boss and won’t rich
I’m all bout the profit
Y3 in my closet
These bitches ain’t shit
In love with a goddess
I roll by the pound
I swear I’m a smoker
Got 20 on me and 20 on my diamond choker
20 a boss and 20 ain’t trippin’
Come to my city and see how I’m livin’

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Big business nigga, me and 20
I’m the king of doin’ it independent
I was sellin’ bricks when they was under 20
Plug was comin’ through and dumpin’ plenty
I be hustlin’ like it’s two of me
They don’t know what to do with me
Cut the check and keep them bitches comin’
Labels know it’s CMG with me
Niggas ain’t want to deal with me
LA Reid, he kept it real with me
He take a boss and make another boss
And he done made a lot of M’s with me
I always kept a private plug
Fuck a bitch I keep it private cuz
This that CMG mixed with Private Club