In The Club

Even as a thug can’t dance and hug and romance chicks
Like Dentzel, spent hell trying to rap need to advance quick
While DJ spin tunes, love trends bloom I see butts great
Like cupcakes, her hips move slowly and groove boldly make
Cats take wet look and get hooked on he brown butt from
The ground up other girls frown corrupt in jealousy some
Her perfume smell like a flowerbed in an hour spread the room
She came to do work with a true flirt in a blue skirt really bloom
In her mind cash would be dandy with a dash of brandy soon
So she flash her fanny to a tune, had to duck a cock whammy so boom!