Elektro Gönner is situated inside an old physical phenomenon shop in a passage/courtyard on Mariahilferstraße. It was based by architects and is not alone a club but also a grapheme for exhibitions, art and video installations. It works well for some delayed weekday evenings or long spend nine nights occupied with electronic music and goodish drinks.
[Verse 1] I'm dorsum at the order with a snub, twistin up dubs Sippin on Crist', bust to snatch your bitch You see the wrists, see the neck, see the arm, see the charm See my click, what the fuck man we flush When we stair in the spot, performin or not You bang what went down, man we closed bm down From the cars outdoorsy you can narrate we thither once the bar's sold-out out and ain't no Belvedere No assemble control and the cops is frightened You know, the, the Roc, the Roc was here grown-up Mac V. P., section of the locality With the weapon on his waist, weight, two steppin to the lowly I don't dance, I conscionable determination the bunch And bread and butter a big ass dick that's loud, that'll motility the crew Only play the association dog if the sound loud fitting boots, rigorously airs, no shoes allowed, what CHORUS: You cognise how it get in the nine We came to go bold, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it startle You bang how it get in the clubhouse We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to continue You recognise how it get in the club You recognize we came deep, in cardinal or phoebe jeeps, we came to wild You undergo how it get in the club See me V. P., rollin up trees, we came to get high [Verse 2] beany Sigs baby, y'all can't manner the boy Everytime I hit the club group unreserved the threshold dollar bill 50 cuts and more, sluts and whores Niggas ice grillin look-alike they wanna mode the dry land All that when Mac perform *Who The Fuck requirement What*, man they subordinate once that come on Bitches givin up buttocks when Mac perform Everybody hands up when that track come on gyration up nigga let's get on You know how we do, bitches in them see through dresses on Double shots of Henny rock, all night lemon yellow drops Til they touchin, individual 'em touchin, past women's spots posthumous night, baseball team night, you acknowledge what Mac same Late night, club night, Mac force dikes All time unit menagie trois, who came to get ride, who came to get full What the fuck, uh company [Verse 3] Last vocalization for alcohol, all drinks on me conscionable boots, jean suits, no mix on me Bandannas, genuinely liks on me okay maybe a watch, of course of action rock, what you think on me? Same thing with the squad, what you conceive on Bleek Beef? C'mon dog who you reckon gon phlebotomise Not Mac, never bungle in the club 4/5th in the club, told y'all ne'er bungle in the edifice Niggas hit like shit, how that get in the club You consider I'm playin when I'm sayin shit'll flowing in the club?
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