F**k the Club Up (feat. Pastor Troy & Slim Dunkin)

I'm just thuggin' in the club with my squad, bitch we deep

If a **** jump stupid, then it's two things, hands and feet

If I holler "squad up" like football, bitch we blitzen

All hella finna break loose, this the anthem

Fuck the club up

Fuck the, fuck the club up, what

Fuck the club up

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Fuck the club up

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Who, who, who, who

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Want some, want some

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Who, who, who, who

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Want some, want some

Want some, want some

Fuck the, bitch I'm drunk, bitch I'm drunk

Bitch I'm crunk, bitch I'm crunk

Shawty, I'm tired of this lame **** 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 lookin' like he want 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, "ya'll don't want it"

Pills and weed, so I'm out my mind

**** 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 Country, that's the jungle

Shawty, let's rumble, fuck this club up

Fuck the club up

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Who, who, who, who

Who, who, who, who

Want some, want some

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Who, who, who, who

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Want some, want some

Want some, want some

I got the 50 **** VIP

Tatted up, bitch she be

PT Cruiser, Waka Flock

Hit them **** with the glock

Off in the club I can barely move

Fifteen hundred for the shoes

Dropped three thousand on the coke

Hell naw, ho you can't smoke

South side ****, 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

**** I don't give a fuck where you from

Hope you got your shit together

Pussy **** know better

I just wanna fire off in this bitch with Nina Ross

If you put your hands up

We gon' fuck this club up

Fuck the club up

Fuck the, fuck the club up, what

Fuck the club up

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Fuck the club up

Fuck the, fuck the club up, what

Fuck the club up

Fuck the, fuck the club up, what

Who, who, who, who

Who, who, who, who

Want some, want some

Want some, want some

Who, who, who, who

Who, who, who, who

Want some, want some

Want some, want some

W-w-when we hit the scene

Better jump the line

Or we gon' turn the parking lot into Columbine

One phone call, I be right there

Slim Dunk, AKA, promoter's nightmare

Dunk don't play

Ever seen a blood, get it cracked with a K

**** owe me money, then **** gonna pay

Fuck like keepin' 'dro at stake

Shit where you sleep, gon' flush where you lay

Three sixty five, you can die any day

Bad boy too ****, no Slim Shady

Eyes gonna come, **** watch what you say

White boy drunk, think 'bout throwin'

Show him, show her, show him, show her

Jumped on stage, turn the whole floor

Slim timer **** know I'm finna blow up

Pussy **** that might dance

Got no hands, ain't got no chance

Talkin' 'bout money, Flocka got them bands

Everything true, **** look at my pants

Fuck the club up

Fuck the, fuck the club up, what

Fuck the club up

Fuck the, fuck the club up, what

Fuck the club up

Fuck the, fuck the club up, what

Fuck the club up

Fuck the, fuck the club up, what

Who, who, who, who

Who, who, who, who

Want some, want some

Want some, want some

Who, who, who, who

Who, who, who, who

Want some, want some

Want some, want some

Fuck the, Waka, bow!