CLUB MUSIC
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
Is this shit for real
I just need to (Yeah)
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
Is this shit for real
I just need to know
This that shit you can bump in the club
With a pocket full of dubs
You can find me in the club
With a bottle full of bub
Mama, I'm off the drugs
Bitch, I'm probably fucked up
I know it probably sucked
That you ain't got no love
But I don't give a fuck
Look at me, I am stylin', profiling
I could be wildin'
Shawty says she knows me
But I probably doubt it
Shawty want the money, but I ain't got it
I got the swagga like Mick
No pussy I'm with the clique, uh
Niggas stay talking shit
But I don't care I'm lit
Grow up, fuck a glow up
I'm a model, not a poser
Vintage wear, Garden Street
If you know, then fuck with me
She get closer to my Malibu
Drinking makes her tipsy
Pussy bald like Caillou
Seeing what I can't see
Tell me whatcha gonna do
Tell me how you feel
Kill 'em with the skills
I can pay the bills
Feel like I'm in hell
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
Is this shit for real
I just need that shit that you can bump in the club
With a pocket full of dubs
You can find me in the club
With a bottle full of bub
Mama, I'm off the drugs
Bitch, I'm probably fucked up
I know it probably sucked
Yeah
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you (Whoa, whoa)
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
I just wanna know
