Waka Flocka Flame - Fuck the Club Up (featuring Pastor Troy & Slim Dunkin)(Prod. By Southside) | Текст песни

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• Fuck the Club Up (featuring Pastor Troy & Slim Dunkin)(Prod. By Southside)

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Im just thugging in the club with my squad, bitch we deep
If a nigga jump stupid then its two things, hands and feet
If I holler squad up like football, bitch we blitzen
All hell finna break loose, this the anthem

[Hook]
Fuck the club up
Fuck the, fuck the club up (what!)
(X4)
Who, who, who, who
Want some, want some, want some, want some
(X2)

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Bitch I'm drunk, bitch I'm drunk
Bitch I'm crunk, bitch I'm crunk
Shawty I'm tired of this lame nigga talking shit
I'm finna swang, I'm finna swang, I'm finna swang
My whole clique rowdy, man down, Bricksquad off the chain
I bet I knock his ass out with this one punch
This homeboy looked like he wanted it so my dog dropped him
Security say calm down, shawty but they don't really want it
My whole clique jumping up and down like yall dont want it
Pill and weed, so I'm out my mind
Niggas saying they looking for me
You know Flock not hard to find
WWE in this bitch shawty
We can Royal Rumble
Toys in, shawty Clayton County, thats the jungle
Shawty let's rumble, fuck this club up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
I got the 50 niggas VIP
Tatted up, bitch she be
PT Cruiser Waka Flock
Hit dem, niggas, with the, Glock
Off in the club I can barely move
1500 for the shoes
Dropped 3,000 on the coke
Hell naw ho you can’t smoke
South side nigga what you know about that
Nearby club straight to the gat
If you wanna throw them hands let’s go
Whoop ‘em on the dance floor
If his partners wanna buck
Tell ‘em, I don’t, give a, fuck
Slap 'em, smack 'em, pop 'em, drop 'em
Chop 'em, stop 'em, Waka Flocka
Past the disaster Vietnam
Nigga I don’t give a fuck where you from
Hope you got yo’ shit together
Pussy niggas know better
I just wanna fire off
In this bitch with Nina Ross
If you put yo’ hands up
We gon' fuck this club up

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Slim Dunkin]
When we hit the scene
Better jump the line
Or we gonna turn the parking lot into Columbine
One phone call, I be right there
Slim Dunk A.K.A. promoter’s nightmare
Dunk don’t play
Ever seen a blood get it cracked with a k
Nigga owe me money then nig gonna pay
Fuck like keepin dro at stake
Shit where you sleep gon flush where you lay
365 you can die anyday
Bad boy too nigga no Slim Shady
I’s gonna come nigga watch what you say
White boy drunk think about throwin'
Show him show her show him show her
Jumped on stage, turn the whole floor
Slim timer nigga know I'm finna blow up
Pussy nigga that might dance
Got no hands ain’t got no chance
Talkin' bout money Flocka got them bands
Everything T.R.U. nigga look at my pants

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