Crash Da Club [remix] Lyrics - Doubt Me Now - Lil Wyte

Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile 

Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix 

And it's goin' down for you hoes like this 

Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars 

Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart 

When the fuck you gon' start recognize that life is a game 

And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't 'bouta change 

I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain 

It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane? 

I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese and this 'bouta bring 

So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things 

I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja 

And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders 

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I'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it, whatever I drop 

But even your beef can't touch what I got 

You wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot 

Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesitant ta pop 

So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock 

You like it or not, it's everlasting, ain't 'bouta stop 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

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We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

Aiyo, smoke something, choke something, get real nice 

We ain't gon', fall on our face but we gon' be right 

Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt 

Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work 

You with them freaks, I be in the streets 

Y'all be wearing them Bee's, I be wearing Ree's 

Running wit' my g's from the you T P 

This is where I'm gonna be until I D I E 

Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay 

Where niggaz drank VSOP until they breath stank 

Bitch gatta say something, err' time 

They never handle they business but staying in line 

Seeking you will find, the loaded up 9 

Wanted at 'cha 'cause it of fa' stealin' my mind 

Juvenile and Three-6 that's a one of a kind 

Tooken up yo golds, nigga, get ready ta blind 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

I'm 'Bouta crash da club, break the law 

Throw some chairs, crack your jaw 

If it's killing season, ain't no reason, ain't no need ta stale 

I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain 

Non stop pop from the top of the clip in ya glock 

I still don't feel you, mane 

'Cause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro 

When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo' 

I must confess, I ain't 'bout shit but if you think ta cross me, bitch 

You'll end up stanky, walk the planky and empty out your pockets, bitch 

Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck 

Wit' these issues that I'm facing daily I should tote a tec 

Get respect that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin' 

Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin' 

Causing problem, dodging bullets, soon as I corrupt the scene 

Leaving damage, making havoc reaction fuckin' with me 

Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame 

Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something 

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs 

Break, break, break, break, break something