Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin, Pastor Troy - Fuck the Club Up lyrics

Im just thugging in the club
With my squad, bitch, we deep
If a nigga jump stupid
Then it's two things: hands and feet
If I holler, "Squad up"
Like football, bitch, we blitzing
All hell finna break loose, this the anthem

Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Who, who, who, who
Want some, want some, want some, want some
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 swing, I'm finna swing
I'm finna swing
My whole clique rowdy, man down
Brick Squad off the chain
I bet I'll knock his ass
Out with this one punch
His homeboy looking like he want it
So my dog dropped him
Security say calm down, shawty
They don't really want it

My whole clique jumping up and down
Like y'all don't want it
Pilld 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
Tarzan shawty, Clayton County
That's the jungle
Shawty let's rumble, fuck this club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Who, who, who, who
Want some, want some, want some, want some
Who, who, who, who
Want some, want some, want some, want some

I got 'bout 50 niggas VIP tatted up, DSGB
PT Cruiser, Waka Flock
Hit them niggas with the Glock
Off in the club, I can barely move
$1500 for the shoes
Dropped $3, 000 on the coke
Hell nah, hoe, you can’t smoke
South side, nigga, what you know about that?
Nearby the club straight to the gat
If you wanna throw them hands, then let’s go
Whoop them on the dance floor
If his partners wanna buck
Tell them I don’t give a fuck
Slap them, smack them, pop them, drop them
Chop them, stop them, Waka Flocka
Pass the disaster, Vietnam
Nigga, I don’t give a fuck where you from
Hope you got your shit together
Pussy niggas 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
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Who, who, who, who
Want some, want some, want some, want some
Who, who, who, who
Want some, want some, want some, want some

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 getting cracked with a K?
Nigga owe me money, then the nigga gon' pay
Fuck about a kid bringing
Drama where you stay shit where you sleep
Gon' flush where you lay
365, you can die any day

Bad boy, too, nigga, no Slim Shady
I’s gonna come, nigga, watch what you say
White boy drunk, think about throwing
Show him, show her, show him, show her
Jumped on the stage, tear the whole floor up
Slim time bomb, nigga, know I'm finna blow up

Pussy nigga that might dance
Got no hands, ain’t got no chance
Talking 'bout money, Flocka got them bands
Everything Tru, nigga, look at my pants, Dunk

Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Who, who, who, who
Want some, want some, want some, want some
Who, who, who, who
Want some, want some, want some, want some

Flocka, Waka, bow!