C. Myles Everett - Clurb

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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

Written by:
Carlie Everett

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