Lyrics Leave The Club – Don Toliver feat. Lil Durk & GloRilla
Buss it open, show me, babe
Ooh, baby, please
Buss it open, show me, babe
Ooh, baby, please
Buss it for a real player
Ooh, baby, please
I want you how I want you
Ooh, baby, please
I wanna leave the club right now
Tell you n**gas in the club to pipe down
She want me flip her upside down
She a freak when you not around
You pulled up tipsy, oh, yeah
I ain’t gotta take it to the head
She doin’ whatever to get in my bed
Got me like, Here we go again
I wanna leave the club right now, babe
I wanna leave the club right now
I’m feelin’ this s**t, it’s thumpin’
But I’m finna get you out of here
Don’t know how you got to the function
But I’m finna get you out of here
Ooh, baby, please
Buss it open, show me babe
Ooh, baby, please
Buss it for a real player
Ooh, baby, please
I want you how I want you
Ooh, baby, please
Smurk
V.I.P., I’m off the mud right now
My b**ch text my phone, Leave the club right now
Make excuse, the kids need me, I’ma do it right now
Quarter ticket for the backend, goin’ to court right now
They sayin’, gotta watch they stories
Told me if I lied, then she probably turn to Lori
Your friends over there, when I pull up, we havin’ orgies
I don’t care if your Finsta page private, don’t record me, ‘cord me
Smurk, Richie my arm
I can’t f**k a b**ch who said some slick s**t to Don
No cash on me, I just had a scammer get a room
Innocent in the club, but she wanna try shrooms
Uh, I want a cougar
Thirsty to leave, I’ma hop in a Uber
If you ever heard I f**ked your friends, that’s a rumor
But I..
We ain’t leavin’ the club right now, f**k
Ooh, baby, please
Buss it open, show me babe
Ooh, baby, please
Buss it for a real player
Bet up on my Rosé and I’m ’bout to leave the section
See me after hours, I left the club with extras
Speedin’ down that highway, it’s lookin’ kinda reckless
One hand on that wheel, got one hand on the TECs
If I text you Where you at, you got ten minutes ‘fore you miss out
Come home drunk as hell, I’m like You better have that d!ck out
Wet floor sign this p**sy, that’s a warnin’, it might slip out
Gettin’ backshots from my whoopty-woop, my n**ga think I’m still out
He d!ck me down and take my soul, he tryna make me stalk him
Little do he know, after I leave, I’m finna block him
N**gas gon’ be n**gas, who the f**k am I to stop ’em
Ayy, book me for a show, it’s forty K for me to rock out, on the gang
Buss it for a real player
Buss, buss it for a real player
Buss, buss it for a real player…
➤ Written by Don Toliver, Lil Durk, GloRilla, Dez Wright, MU Lean & OZ
Album: Love Sick
Produced by Dez Wright, MU Lean, OZ & Hitkidd
Don Toliver | Lil Durk | GloRilla | 2023
