Clurb Lyrics

Brolicon Askari

Turnt in the clurb of the hottest bottoms

Where we merking it girl mixing shots with poppers

Got the doors locked vers tops

And every sugar baby tryna get got

I'm turnt in the clurb of the hottest bottoms

Where we merking it girl mixing shots with poppers

Got the doors locked vers tops

And every sugar baby tryna get got

Like one two three four

Get them knees on the floor

Five six seven eight

Finna try to procreate

Nine ten eleven twelve

So what if we go to hell

Long as we do it well it's no L

So he gon hit the Rhodes for me like I'm Trevante

Cuz I make him explode when I push on his prostate

How that volcano wrecked the shit out of Pompeii

Hot as infernos and divine just like Dante oh

I'm turnt in the clurb of the hottest bottoms

Where we merking it girl mixing shots with poppers

Got the doors locked vers tops

And every sugar baby tryna get got

I'm turnt in the clurb of the hottest bottoms

Where we merking it girl mixing shots with poppers

Got the doors locked vers tops

And every sugar baby tryna get got

Like one two three four

Get them knees on the floor

Five six seven eight

Finna try to procreate

Nine ten eleven twelve

So what if we go to hell

Long as we do it well it's no L

Bitch can you believe

Can you fucking believe

Everett is evergreen

I said bitch can you believe

I really manifested that

This goes out to all the bitches in the back

Left the house feeling cunt up in drag

Got the heels and the mug and the bag

Got these hard mother fuckers tryna tap

Take the tip when I top

Hit a lick pop and lock

I got drip he gon drop

Fuck a bitch that look botched

Made a flick so they flock

Just for kicks kiss the cock

Trade look like Lil Wayne

So I beat it like a cop

Turnt in the clurb of the hottest bottoms

Where we merking it girl mixing shots with poppers

Got the doors locked, vers tops

And every sugar baby tryna get got

I'm turnt in the clurb of the hottest bottoms

Where we merking it girl mixing shots with poppers

Got the doors locked, vers tops

And every sugar baby tryna get got

Like one two three four

Get them knees on the floor

Five six seven eight

Finna try to procreate

Nine ten eleven twelve

So what if we go to hell

Long as we do it well it's no L

I'm turnt in the clurb of the hottest bottoms

Where we merking it girl mixing shots with poppers

Got the doors locked vers tops

And every sugar baby tryna get got

I'm turnt in the clurb of the hottest bottoms

Where we merking it girl mixing shots with poppers

Got the doors locked vers tops

And every sugar baby tryna get got