- DJ Khaled F**k Up the Club 歌詞
- DJ Khaled
- Yeah! This that 63 AMG Ghost music
Its that Ace of Spade, girl and its toast music
Nigga lets toast to it
DJ Khaled!
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
Boss
305 on my plates, a nigga still sellin weight
Still tippin them scales, Im Ross, fit in the Wraith
They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls
I got all the bitches, nigga I got all the sauce
No reason I should lose, the leaders of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come
Talkin menage a trois, shawty lets have some fun
Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman
There is no bigger boss, sip slow, this cinnamon
Im talkin numbers, nigga, Ive never fumbled, nigga
Standin on a ball ballin and I do it when I want it, nigga
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes, any time you want to
4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, right nigga
Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit stuck with him
Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, fuck em all
Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the costs
Thats photos, thats more dough
Maybachs for everybody, nigga, squad goals
Flex on em, theyre like, 'Uh oh!'
Entourage, entourage, pullin up in four 4-doors
West coast, thats my shit, 4hunnid, thats my clique
Last nigga that beat the pussy up , well, um, thats my bitch
I dont give no fucks, I dont give no fucks
40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what?
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
Aces comin by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail that
Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, Ima sell that
Mouth closed, I'll never talk, wont say a word and went to jail that
Sauce drippin, Ill fuck em up
40 on me til I cough it up
Big Gotti, Im bossin up
If its not a hunnid it dont cost enough
Tearin clubs up like Three Six
I be tearin plugs up, thats that street shit
I be fuckin boss bitches, they dont need shit
Tell me, where my boss bitches who dont need shit?
Yeah, these diamonds, not rhinestones
Trap jumpin, yeah the line long
All this money, got my mag on
All this money, got my mag on
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
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