Fuck The Club Up Lyrics - Flockaveli - 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 

Fuck the club up 

Fuck the, fuck the club up (what!) 

Who, who, who, who 

Want some, want some, want some, want some 

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 

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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 

Photos 

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