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night and I got stacks. The club was crunk, jammed packed. Mrs. Bartender what drink is that. T-Pain 'Buy A Drink', playin' in the back Girl, tell me your name again 'cause I forgot. It's way too
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. It's the honky tonk women,. That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. . I laid a divorcee in New York City,. I had to put up some kind of a fight. The lady, then she covered me in roses,. She
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Intro FKA twigs & The Weeknd. Tears in the club. 'Cause your love's got me * up. Tears in the club (Tears in the club). Verse 1 FKA twigs. I wanna get you out of. My hips, my thighs, my hair, my
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. The deepest, darkest place to go. You never get out once they let you in. You never get out once they let you in. You'll be nothing but a club thing What would you say to be paid. To be one of the
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Song Standout - Breakfast Club. This could be my night alright. 'Cause after my request had been fully analyzed. You indicated You might consent to tonight. What a standout. It's complicated. I tell
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wanted. The watch you're wearin. I'll buy it. The house I live in. I've bought it. The car I'm drivin. I've bought it. I depend on me. (I depend on me). . 2 -. All the women who are independent
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wanted. The watch you're wearin. I'll buy it. The house I live in. I've bought it. The car I'm drivin. I've bought it. I depend on me. (I depend on me). . 2 -. All the women who are independent
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. And this hot little trio plays That's where we meet. That's where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous. In the club at the end of the street Ooh where we meet. Ooh where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous
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Song Specialty - Breakfast Club. A wise woman she once told me. She said sonny look into my eyes. 'Cause if You're ever gonna get anywhere at all. You're gonna have to specialize. I thought about
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Yeah, 112, Three 6 mafia, 112 I'm in the club drunk as hell with my dawggs 112. I gotta 112 girls I'm tryin' to sell a dream to. So I need to holla at the club owner. And hit him whip out 10
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chicks looking for love. Watch out, drunk girls in the club Watch out, drunk girls in the club Damn girl, put down your drink. Everybody here knows that your breath stink. And you're fine as hell but
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tomorrow. Some said she was saintly to some she was a swinger. Me I only knew her as an acid jazz singer come on. . Well I'm a lucky man and maybe so is she. And maybe this is just the way it has to be
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