Throw Dat Ahh (feat. DJ Chose)

Shout out all the big booty hoes

Oh, Club God

Thank you for blessing us with this beat

(Yes, Lord)

Praise His name

Hold up

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Club God

Throw dat ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw dat ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw dat ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw dat ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw dat ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw dat ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw dat ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw dat ahh

Hold on

Club God said, head down, bitch, drop it

Club God said, pop a molly and touch your partner

Bitch, throw that ass like a motherfucking pass

Bitch, you know I'm tryna smash

Pop that pussy for this cash

Got a car full of bitches, yellow, black, white

They been rolling through three days straight

They can't even talk right

They don't ever dance with ****

They just only dance with bitches

Beat King, where you find them hoes?

None of your motherfucking business

Wants to pop a raw, all these bitch going, hold up

Knock her down, then delete her number in the morning

What's up TB, you got them bitches, let me see

Head down, ass up

Pop that pussy for a G then

Throw that ass

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Club God

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I told that hoe to drop that ass like a power clean

Brook Gang, C3E, we a power team

It DJ Chose, I make it rain like a shower be

Your guy might let me cut in

Watch me make her sour cream

Club God in the motherfucking club, yep

Beat King, and told the reason they call club low

The way she twerk, she can work, she need a gold mountain

(Ain't that Brook Gang over there?)

(Look like Brook Gang)

(Damn, you know what time it is)

Yeah yo, bitch, throw it back for a boss

If I let this shit in my hand go

You could probably buy you a house

You could probably buy you a car

You could probably quit that stripper shit

Come fuck with a real ****

And I'll print you off some of the paper shit

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Hold up, bitch

Throw dat ahh

Club God

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw dat ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw dat ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

I can't fuck with you

Throw that ahh

Hold on

So, so, so, so chose you

You the club devil now?

Club God and Club Devil?

Hold up