Pastor Troy
Fuck the Club Up
[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Im just thugging in the club with my squad, b*t*h, we deep
If a n***a jump stupid, then it's two things: hands and feet
If I holler, "Squad up", like football, b*t*h, we blitzing
All hell finna break loose, this the anthem

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k 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

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
B*t*h I'm drunk, b*t*h I'm drunk
B*t*h I'm crunk, b*t*h I'm crunk
Shawty, I'm tired of this lame n***a talking sh*t
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 a** 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
N***as saying they looking for me, you know Flock not hard to find
WWE in this b*t*h, shawty, we can Royal Rumble
Tarzan shawty, Clayton County, that's the jungle
Shawty let's rumble, f**k this club up

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k 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
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
I got 'bout 50 n***as VIP
Tatted up, D.S.G.B
PT Cruiser, Waka Flock
Hit them n***as 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, n***a, 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 f**k
Slap them, smack them, pop them, drop them
Chop them, stop them, Waka Flocka
Pa** the disaster, Vietnam
N***a, I don’t give a f**k where you from
Hope you got your sh*t together
Pu**y n***as know better
I just wanna fire off
In this b*t*h with Nina Ross
If you put your hands up
We gon' f**k this club up
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k 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

[Verse 3: Slim Dunkin]
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?
N***a owe me money, then the n***a gon' pay
F**k about a kid bringing drama where you stay
Sh*t where you sleep, gon' flush where you lay
365, you can die any day
Bad boy, too, n***a, no Slim Shady
I’s gonna come, n***a, 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, n***a, know I'm finna blow up
Pu**y n***a that might dance
Got no hands, ain’t got no chance
Talking 'bout money, Flocka got them bands
Everything Tru, n***a, look at my pants, Dunk

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k the club up
F**k the club up, f**k the, f**k 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

[Outro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Flocka, Waka, bow!