Southside - f** The Club Up lyrics

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Southside - f** The Club Up lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Im just thugging in the club with my squad, b**h we deep If a n***a jump stupid then its two things, hands and feet If I holler squad up like football, b**h we blitzen All hell finna break loose, this the anthem [Hook] f** the club up f** the, f** the club up (what!) (X4) Who, who, who, who Want some, want some, want some, want some (X2) [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] b**h I'm drunk, b**h I'm drunk b**h I'm crunk, b**h I'm crunk Shawty I'm tired of this lame n***a talking sh** 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 a** 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 n***as saying they looking for me You know Flock not hard to find WWE in this b**h shawty We can Royal Rumble Toys in, shawty Clayton County, thats the jungle Shawty let's rumble, f** this club up [Hook] [Verse 2: Pastor Troy] I got the 50 n***as VIP Tatted up, b**h she be PT Cruiser Waka Flock Hit dem, n***as, 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 n***a 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, f** Slap 'em, smack 'em, pop 'em, drop 'em Chop 'em, stop 'em, Waka Flocka Past the disaster Vietnam n***a I don't give a f** where you from Hope you got yo' sh** together p**y n***as know better I just wanna fire off In this b**h with Nina Ross If you put yo' hands up We gon' f** 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 n***a owe me money then nig gonna pay f** like keepin dro at stake sh** where you sleep gon flush where you lay 365 you can die anyday Bad boy too n***a no Slim Shady I's gonna come n***a 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 n***a know I'm finna blow up p**y n***a that might dance Got no hands ain't got no chance Talkin' bout money Flocka got them bands Everything T.R.U. n***a look at my pants