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Dessy klement - Court On Court Lyrics



Dessy klement - Court On Court Lyrics




Bring back the cash
Bring back that party
Bring back the chicks
Bring back tha

Ay ay ay ay
Yeah I walk around with niggas but I don't f*ck with them
Bro I just f*ck around with niggas but I don't bang with them

Ay what tha F bro
Why the f*ck you change
You've been running court on court like a tennis game
Hey put em hands up Little boy I need some f*cking change
You Don make ma run the field like 100miles
Ah am exhausted lil boy
Take my GLOCK
Hold it back
I need something lil boy
Now turn around
Bend it over
Pull it down do that Diddy dance
Ain't talking about no money dance
Diddy dance
Make that giggy clap
Do that giggy giggy wiggle
Make that boddie dance
We understand we realize it will never be the same again
Jah is the player we are the game
We pain we never rest
We work to gain
Complain
We earn to live some broke some Rich
The pain is hard to fade
Suicide death raised 2016 800k
We gonna spun your town we gonna spin around the block
Singing heavenly song we gonna turn up in the church
Turn up in the church I turn up in the church I turn up in the church on an Easter day of course

Turn up in the church
Turn up in the church
Pastor say the word let the quire sing the song
Angel Machel on the left side Gabriel on the right they both turn up to the song
Turn up to the song
They both turn up in the church
Turn up in the church
Turn up in the church
Turn up to the song they both turn up in the church
Turn up in the church turn up in the church
Turn up to the song they both turn up to the song
Turn up to the song
Turn up to the song
Turn up to the song yall turn up to the song
Turn up to the song
Turn up to the song
Ay Ay
Pull up with her crew 20 genders in a roll
Can I know you name she is like baby no no no
Is your name bianca she is like oh my God you know
Baby can I get your number she say okay okay
Take her little ass shopping on a daily you know your boy is dope
She don bring all of her friends
Boy you already know how these females do
They don bought three each a bag
Boy you know that is on expensive shift
I am talking about expensive shit
In Beverly hills
Pay for Luis v
Chanel and the one they called Hermes
What the f*ck Is even that
I don't know I just paid for all that shit
Cus I know what am gonna get on the night Time and shit
In the beg she screaming baby take it slow
Break her back I made her do the squirt
No I made her shaking like she is now possessed
Praise the Lord Jesus take the wheel
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Bring back the cash
Bring back that party
Bring back the chicks
Bring back tha

Ay ay ay ay
Yeah I walk around with niggas but I don't f*ck with them
Bro I just f*ck around with niggas but I don't bang with them

Ay what tha F bro
Why the f*ck you change
You've been running court on court like a tennis game
Hey put em hands up Little boy I need some f*cking change
You Don make ma run the field like 100miles
Ah am exhausted lil boy
Take my GLOCK
Hold it back
I need something lil boy
Now turn around
Bend it over
Pull it down do that Diddy dance
Ain't talking about no money dance
Diddy dance
Make that giggy clap
Do that giggy giggy wiggle
Make that boddie dance
We understand we realize it will never be the same again
Jah is the player we are the game
We pain we never rest
We work to gain
Complain
We earn to live some broke some Rich
The pain is hard to fade
Suicide death raised 2016 800k
We gonna spun your town we gonna spin around the block
Singing heavenly song we gonna turn up in the church
Turn up in the church I turn up in the church I turn up in the church on an Easter day of course

Turn up in the church
Turn up in the church
Pastor say the word let the quire sing the song
Angel Machel on the left side Gabriel on the right they both turn up to the song
Turn up to the song
They both turn up in the church
Turn up in the church
Turn up in the church
Turn up to the song they both turn up in the church
Turn up in the church turn up in the church
Turn up to the song they both turn up to the song
Turn up to the song
Turn up to the song
Turn up to the song yall turn up to the song
Turn up to the song
Turn up to the song
Ay Ay
Pull up with her crew 20 genders in a roll
Can I know you name she is like baby no no no
Is your name bianca she is like oh my God you know
Baby can I get your number she say okay okay
Take her little ass shopping on a daily you know your boy is dope
She don bring all of her friends
Boy you already know how these females do
They don bought three each a bag
Boy you know that is on expensive shift
I am talking about expensive shit
In Beverly hills
Pay for Luis v
Chanel and the one they called Hermes
What the f*ck Is even that
I don't know I just paid for all that shit
Cus I know what am gonna get on the night Time and shit
In the beg she screaming baby take it slow
Break her back I made her do the squirt
No I made her shaking like she is now possessed
Praise the Lord Jesus take the wheel
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Writer: Dessy Klement
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Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Dessy Klement

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