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Breakfast Club

know you wanna holla You know you wanna holla You know you wanna holla at me Look at you gurl Im feelin you gurl Lets hit the club tonight, bring ya

breakfast in bed Either way I get you For the worse or for the better It's wild, it's weird, it's what we think about This ain't no strip club, shame

Oh Record this one Let me take you home She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the morn' And she said

treat a fine ass bitch like dirt No money in her purse, a fuck is all it's worth Lookin' hella good in the club like a ho Bitch, you need to go find

, then I put it on the minors Love, after the club, meet me at the diner So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us Order a steak, a glass of OJ to breakfast

Lambo? [Yelawolf - Verse 2] Your young and reckless, nice little diamond necklace got a pint sized vodka drink and your pretty in pink wanna go get breakfast

you ever loved somebody used to get the party poppin We used to party hot, we used to be in the Hampton's partied alot We was The Breakfast Club you

Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yeah, yeah Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet And these fucking little faggots don't believe it's Ghost Well, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Love got breakfast

my pen's my Mac-10 My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble