Leave the Club Lyrics

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)
(Oh, oh, oh) (Yeah, yeah)

I wanna leave the club right now (Yeah)
Tell you niggas in the club to pipe down
(I wanna leave the club right now)
She want me flip her upside down (Yeah)
(I wanna leave the club right now)
She a freak when you not around
You pulled up tipsy, oh, yeah
I ain't gotta take it to the head (Let’s go)
She doin' whatever to get in my bed
Got me like, "Here we go again"
(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)
I wanna leave the club right now, babe
(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)
I wanna leave the club right now
I'm feelin’ this shit, it's thumpin'
But I'm finna get you out of here (Get you out of here)
Don't know how you got to the function (Get you out of here)
But I'm finna get you out of here (Out of here)
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[Chorus: Don Toliver & Lil Durk]
(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 bitch 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 fuck a bitch who said some slick shit 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 fucked your friends, that's a rumor
But I— (We ain't leavin' the club right now, fuck)
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
(Ooh, baby, please)
Buss it open, show me babe
(Ooh, baby, please)
Buss it for a real player

[Part II]

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 (GloRilla)
One hand on that wheel, got one hand on the TECs (On the gang)

If I text you "Where you at?", you got ten minutes 'fore you miss out (Where you at?)
Come home drunk as hell, I'm like "You better have that dick out" (Come here)
Wet floor sign this pussy, that's a warnin', it might slip out
Gettin' backshots from my whoopty-woop, my nigga think I'm still out
He dick me down and take my soul, he tryna make me stalk him (Phew)
Little do he know, after I leave, I'm finna block him
Niggas gon' be niggas, who the fuck 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