Bring'EmOut

Bring Em Out - Clyde Carson

Yeah

I won't deny it

I'm a straight rider

Baby wanna f**k with me

On a late night she just wanna creep

On her boyfriend she just wanna cheat

Top down blunt lit cup full

Fast lane turn got us and off the half

Lane work

Doing money while she on stage

They only know about cold lame champagne

But we aren't at the club

Don't act right

I have to acting up I'm in a muscle car

Seven deuce cup keep the trap tight

Never loose enough get sh*t done

Call shots something new about the car lot

I type off I get a hard time

Pull up the car stall

All you see is niggas having Uncle Whip shine

Stunting on these niggas

Without tryin'

Stunting on these hoes

They know I'm buying

It's on me

We aren't high

We bring them out

High cause

Champagne with hot broads

We bring them out

On call

Ready to go

It won't stall

Just sting your heels

So lean back

Look Liffie hot like a cage man

She want the real I want the cash

She know the deal don't get her past

I smell like O G

Sipping codeing

But I never slow it down

Still going o t

Doing hard in the game like it's post-season

Ten chains on no reason

Club life thug life

We brought the hoes out

So get right

Money fall a lot

The car swipe

Before this party

It's real life

Club life

Club life Thug life

We brought the hoes out

So get right

Money fall a lot

The car swipe

We hit the party

Pull up all thieves