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Ron Browz - 20 Dollarz Lyrics

Eether boy!
Dj self!
Ooooooh!

[Chorus: x4]
No wifin in the club
Gimme 20 dollarz!
Gimme 20 dollarz!
Gimme 20 dollarz!

[Verse 1:]
No wifing in the club!
Rose got me bent all night
I've been watchin u got short pinned all night
She a barbie and u been playin kent all night
You a sucka she got you for your rent all night
Play ya position in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
No kissin in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
No trickin in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
You on a mission in the club so gimme (hey!) 20 dollarz

[Hook:]
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)
(They ain't ready-ready!)
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)

[Verse 2:]
No wifin in the club!
I can't cuff in the club, I ain't officer ricky
JH flashy, fly like a frisbee
Tea Bagz the movement, ya'll still with me (I'm still here)
The boy shake down, we runz the cityy
You know the motto, we keepz it gwinnin

Rose bottles, yes we sippin
Haze in the air [cough cough], yes we piffin
Told you before, still dippin like lipton

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 3:]
No wifin in the club!
Nah gimme 20 dollarz for all you trickin
Gimme 20 dollarz for Mmm Mmm kissin
All you lovers, ya'll do the wifin
I'll be the plumber, I'll do the pipin
Tea Bag boys, sippin on bubb
Usher ass niggahz makin love in the club
Big big tipper, Me Cafe
Bitch don't like me then she must (hey!) be gay

[Hook:]
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)
(They ain't ready-ready!)
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)

[Verse 4:]
No wifin in the club!
DJ Self, sittin in a tree, k-I-s-s-I-n-g
I won't eat her, I just beat her
I call her a spare tire, pull her out when I need her
And she sneaky (sneaky), real sneaky (sneaky)
All the Tea Bag boyz call her freaky
Straight to the telly, never pass no dub
Cause you never see self in the club in lovee

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 5:]
No wifin in the club!
You put me in a pot, I'm boiling hot (hot!)
You wanna shop, girl I hope you got(got!)
Me a trick, I think that's not (nope!)
Fuck with Sha, I have you on the block (uh-huh!)
Poppy stop, a hundred on the spot (wooo!)
Bring it back so I could stack (like this!)
Bring that ass so I could slap (like that!)
Sha money, just like that (Uhh!)

[Hook:]
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)
(They ain't ready-ready!)
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)
No (no) hand (hand) cuffin in the club! (club!)

[Verse 6:]
No wifin in the club!
No handcuffin, it's over for that wife shit
I'm on my jerk dog, fuck two dyke shit
Tall, red bone, 6'2" blonde nice tits
And they got they own cush, just how I like it
It's kingking no buying shots of patron
I got the cali burner, one more round and I'm gone
Young Tea Bag Picasso and pimpin is my art
So save that holdin hand shit for ya man in central park

[x4:]
No wifin in the club
Gimme 20 dollarz!
Gimme 20 dollarz!
Gimme 20 dollarz!