PerishinParis - Back Of The Club (feat. Trap Travi & Mike Phipps)

(Yeah, Woah)
You know, (Yeah, Woah)
I don't really see a lot of niggas
(Yeah, Woah)
Fuckin' with us you know (Yeah, Woah)
(Perish, Yeah!)
(Trap, Yeah! Yeah)
(Woah, Yeah!, Yeah)
Yeah, it's a whole lotta fly shit
It's a whole lotta mosh pits
Whole lotta ragin', Whole lotta drugs
Way too turnt V.I.P
Can't see me in the back of the club
In the back of the club, In the back of the club
Way too turnt V.I.P can't see me in the back of the (Yeah!)
Ha
Lately been rockin' Balenci you see me
Shawty she like to sip on a Martini
We at the pool she in that bikini
She know I'm that dude think no one can beat me
SS that's exclusive got that on my sleeve
Big Trap on the shirt put myself on my tee
Wanna hop on a boat and just go overseas
And you know I can't stop I been taking the lead
All this ice on my neck I just hope I don't freeze
I just iced out my wrist they keep lookin' at me
I know shawty fuck with me she get on her knees
Finna hop on a plane take off to the beach
She know all my slang, she know how I speak
I think i'm in range AR-Fifteen
I been a rockstar since I was Fifteen
I need a new car that don't need no keys
I'm tryna go far I'm chasing my dreams
Don't need a guitar I'm pulling these strings
I swear I'm so fly they like Travi got wings
Travi got wings
Yeah, it's a whole lotta fly shit
It's a whole lotta mosh pits,
Whole lotta ragin', Whole lotta drugs
Way too turnt V.I.P
Can't see me in the back of the club,
In the back of the club, In the back of the club
Way too turnt V.I.P can't see me in the back of the (Yeah!)
I give no fucks, don't give me no hugs
I just wanna fuck, show me some love
The pocket got bucks and she told me she need it
She on the E she just wanna eat it
I'm making her cream she couldn't believe it
Ass so fat had to take her Neiman
Poppin' a 'erc and I'm gettin to beatin
Pussy be wet and this ice yeah I'm skiing
I'm on the road I can't be defeated
& She on that pole she really winning
Boy stop with the kidding yo diamonds not hitting
Nigga play round & this Glock really shitting
I do not give a fuck bout no lil price
I roll the dice and I'm livin' it nice
In the hills with my Slatts and you know that we piped
She see the bread, she just want a bite
It's like everyday it's a m'fn flight
I put on my diamonds these niggas wanna fight
Too much designer these niggas be light
Just give me that head ya man be aight
She just wanna come and get litty with Mike

Written by:
Michael Wilson, Travis Bland, Tyler Washington

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