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50 Club$z (feat. T Pot) Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil' Sneezy
Length: 2:37
Written by: Lil' Sneezy




Lil' Sneezy - 50 Club$z (feat. T Pot) Lyrics




Ay ay you better fold your hand
This king of clubs in a full house with fitty grand
So many clubs around the world where my crew is banned
Great Britain, Uruguay, Paki-Pakistan
In the club with my thousand dollar ray bans
In a suit so white it need a spray tan
I know you fake man
Choke on yo vape pen
Hey this is my party now, bake me a cake, man
Can I bring my tiger
Ha! I'll bring him anyways
Somalian pirates on the e-vite
They my plus 8
Ah, back in the olden days
Ah, they call me Bobby Flay
Ah, club arson, serve it up on fire, flambe
My uncle Rupert found the carcass of a whale
Made a club out of it, I got kicked out of it, sent to jail
Cousin Gerald paid the bail
Took me out in his Mercedes
Told me bout the ladies
At his club in Tampa
And honestly, I haven't been kicked outta his club yet... just give it time Gerald

Say you wanna throw me out, better get in line
I been counting all week, this my 12th time
Wanted poster on the door got me lookin' fine
Certified club crasher Sneezy in his prime
Fitty, fitty, fitty clubs
Fitty, fitty, and another fitty
Fitty, fitty, fitty clubs
Fitty times fitty, thas a lotta clubs

Spittin' these verses while drivin' in hearses
Checkin' the gearshift to find where reverse is
A flood broke my TV, I live in an RV
Do you wanna feud? 'Cuz my name is Steve Harvey
Somebody lost my car keys
My grandpa grows barley
Are you some kind of joker
'Cuz I ain't no Harley
Steal a bike
Ride a bike
Ride a bike onto a stage then give a speech then drop the mic
Burn down the white house
Viva la republic
Do you like these pants from Banana Republic
These rhymes are the dopest
A whole different genre
You know where the pope is
We're getting lasagna
God save the queen
Well I say to heck with her
This song about clubs man,
Why you being so non-sequitur
Refrigerator antidisestablishmentarianism

Say you wanna throw me out, better get in line
I been counting all week, this my 12th time
Wanted poster on the door got me lookin' fine
Certified club crasher Sneezy in his prime
Fitty, fitty, fitty clubs
Fitty, fitty, and another fitty
Fitty, fitty, fitty clubs
Fitty times fitty, thas a lotta clubs
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Ay ay you better fold your hand
This king of clubs in a full house with fitty grand
So many clubs around the world where my crew is banned
Great Britain, Uruguay, Paki-Pakistan
In the club with my thousand dollar ray bans
In a suit so white it need a spray tan
I know you fake man
Choke on yo vape pen
Hey this is my party now, bake me a cake, man
Can I bring my tiger
Ha! I'll bring him anyways
Somalian pirates on the e-vite
They my plus 8
Ah, back in the olden days
Ah, they call me Bobby Flay
Ah, club arson, serve it up on fire, flambe
My uncle Rupert found the carcass of a whale
Made a club out of it, I got kicked out of it, sent to jail
Cousin Gerald paid the bail
Took me out in his Mercedes
Told me bout the ladies
At his club in Tampa
And honestly, I haven't been kicked outta his club yet... just give it time Gerald

Say you wanna throw me out, better get in line
I been counting all week, this my 12th time
Wanted poster on the door got me lookin' fine
Certified club crasher Sneezy in his prime
Fitty, fitty, fitty clubs
Fitty, fitty, and another fitty
Fitty, fitty, fitty clubs
Fitty times fitty, thas a lotta clubs

Spittin' these verses while drivin' in hearses
Checkin' the gearshift to find where reverse is
A flood broke my TV, I live in an RV
Do you wanna feud? 'Cuz my name is Steve Harvey
Somebody lost my car keys
My grandpa grows barley
Are you some kind of joker
'Cuz I ain't no Harley
Steal a bike
Ride a bike
Ride a bike onto a stage then give a speech then drop the mic
Burn down the white house
Viva la republic
Do you like these pants from Banana Republic
These rhymes are the dopest
A whole different genre
You know where the pope is
We're getting lasagna
God save the queen
Well I say to heck with her
This song about clubs man,
Why you being so non-sequitur
Refrigerator antidisestablishmentarianism

Say you wanna throw me out, better get in line
I been counting all week, this my 12th time
Wanted poster on the door got me lookin' fine
Certified club crasher Sneezy in his prime
Fitty, fitty, fitty clubs
Fitty, fitty, and another fitty
Fitty, fitty, fitty clubs
Fitty times fitty, thas a lotta clubs
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Writer: Lil' Sneezy
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