Mistah FAB

Mistah FAB - Made It To The Club lyrics

rate me

What a day, man I’ll explain in a few

I’ll give you a list of bullshit that I done been through

Got pulled over harassed, by the tas, when I passed

Cause the window was down, and the police got a draft

Of the grass, searched the car and only found bags

Bad tags, rain drag, but that was only the half

Drove halfway down the block then I almost crashed

Cold thang, man I wasn’t even driving fast

But this lady I have passed had ass so I smashed

My bad, fucked up my brand new jag

Tried to play it all bad like I wasn’t even mad

But I was harder than the son at his deadbeat dad

I’m just tryina make a dollar out of 15 cents

But a buck 15 still can’t pay your rent

My baby mama tripping saying libby need diapers

And my brother stressed out cause he just got light

[Hook]

All day I’ve been grinding, with so much on my mind and

So ain’t worry bout shining, I wouldn’t even wait in the line and

I’m glad I made to the club, I almost didn’t make it

I’m glad I made it to the club, police tryina take me

I’m glad I made it to the club, I ain’t trippin on anything

I’m glad I made it to the club, fresh off probation

I’m glad I made it to the club,

This for all my niggas getting rich in the trap

I ain’t getting head, but my bitch in my lap

Plus the cops in my rear view, but i gotta stay calm

Cause them lights make you freeze like the deer do

I write songs, sit back and drink a beer 2

Count money, even shed a tear or 2

But I got work in the car, search for the law

Can’t wait to hit the club and put some purp in the gar

Chilling in my section spitting church to a broad

Standing on the couch looking durk and gassard

With a bottle but I barely even drink it

Most of my niggas did it all from the pink…

White girl, or the green shit, I’m in the club with a bunch of delinquents

My regime thick, all of us straight chrome

But we came to celebrate for the niggas who just came home

[Hook] x 2

All day I’ve been grinding, with so much on my mind and

So ain’t worry bout shining, I wouldn’t even wait in the line and

I’m glad I made to the club, I almost didn’t make it

I’m glad I made it to the club, police tryina take me

I’m glad I made it to the club, I ain’t trippin on anything

I’m glad I made it to the club, fresh off probation

I’m glad I made it to the club.<br />

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