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Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire) yeah
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (yeah, yeah-yeah) (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (yeah, yeah-yeah) (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Ayo, I tell 'em that I'm the Sleeze, they tellin' me, "Okay, prove it"
I leave these bitches on read, so now they know that they blew it
I tell 'em I'm movin' units, my videos, they gon' view it
Spotify ain't gotta lie, they really streamin' my music (woo, woo)
I give bitches the crown, they fuck around and lose it, nah (nah)
I am the wave, I only wave when I'm tellin' 'em bye (bye)
Bitch, we ain't twinnin', ain't fraternal or identical (cal)
When I'm around, bitch, you know you become invisible (ble)
Mm, who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50" (brr)
Come on, bitch, I just put a milli' on my Richie
Minus like 50, mine was 950, sissy
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Yeah, high heels on my tippies
Dol-ce and Gabbana, that's on my titties
Cop me Vetements when I ride the dickie
I still got the juice, bitch, buy a sippie
I will never slippy like a Mickey
Stay in your Tory lane, bitch, I'm not Iggy
I (I) know that these niggas tryna bang like Chiddy
I am such a catch nigga, throw on ya mitty
Uh, who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50"
Distribute about a million dollars, word to brickies
Told 'em to keep 50, my cut 950, bitchy
Mm, give me my tens
Give me, give me my tens
Give me my tens
Then take away two, I ate, I win (win)
Mm, give me my tens
Give me, give me my tens
Give me my tens
Then take away two, I ate it up again (-gain)