Текст песни Waka Flocka Flame - Fuck The Club Up (feat. Pastor Troy & Slim Dunkin)

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● ● [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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