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Im just thugging in the club with my squad, ♥♥♥♥♥ we deep
If a ♥♥♥♥♥ jump stupid then its two things, hands and feet
If I holler squad up like football, ♥♥♥♥♥ we blitzen
All hell finna break loose, this the anthem

[Hook]
♥♥♥♥ the club up
♥♥♥♥ the, ♥♥♥♥ the club up (what!)
(X4)
Who, who, who, who
Want some, want some, want some, want some
(X2)

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
♥♥♥♥♥ I'm drunk, ♥♥♥♥♥ I'm drunk
♥♥♥♥♥ I'm crunk, ♥♥♥♥♥ I'm crunk
Shawty I'm tired of this lame ♥♥♥♥♥ talking ♥♥♥♥
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
♥♥♥♥♥♥ saying they looking for me
You know Flock not hard to find
WWE in this ♥♥♥♥♥ shawty
We can Royal Rumble
Toys in, shawty Clayton County, thats the jungle
Shawty let's rumble, ♥♥♥♥ this club up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
I got the 50 ♥♥♥♥♥♥ VIP
Tatted up, ♥♥♥♥♥ she be
PT Cruiser Waka Flock
Hit dem, ♥♥♥♥♥♥, 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 ♥♥♥♥♥ 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, ♥♥♥♥
Slap 'em, smack 'em, pop 'em, drop 'em
Chop 'em, stop 'em, Waka Flocka
Past the disaster Vietnam
♥♥♥♥♥ I don’t give a ♥♥♥♥ where you from
Hope you got yo’ ♥♥♥♥ together
♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥ know better
I just wanna fire off
In this ♥♥♥♥♥ with Nina Ross
If you put yo’ hands up
We gon' ♥♥♥♥ 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
♥♥♥♥♥ owe me money then ♥♥♥ gonna pay
♥♥♥♥ like keepin dro at stake
♥♥♥♥ where you sleep gon flush where you lay
365 you can die anyday
Bad boy too ♥♥♥♥♥ no Slim Shady
I’s gonna come ♥♥♥♥♥ 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 ♥♥♥♥♥ know I'm finna blow up
♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥ that might dance
Got no hands ain’t got no chance
Talkin' bout money Flocka got them bands
Everything T.R.U. ♥♥♥♥♥ look at my pants