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Fucc Da Club Up
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NLE Choppa
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Man look, yeah, yeah Ha, f**k it up n***a Yeah, wreck the party f**k it up, take that sh*t down Ayy Wreck the club, f**k it up we might just stop the promoter The AR pistol in my hand, b*t*h I don't need a holster We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like Sosa Wreck the party, f**k it up, we got strippers in the section B*t*h I'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes sexting Like a special a** student, a n***a better not test me If this n***a do, I swear to god it's getting deadly A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a n***a down B*t*h I'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town Ain't with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bustin' Yeah that Glock what I'm tuckin', if I up it, I knock his muffin I got a MAC-11 mac n' cheese And you know it's lemon squeeze I ain't gotta think about it, n***a I'ma shoot with ease When I leave the house, you know that b*t*h is on my hip I'ma slam a n***a down, you can call me Shawn Kemp I'ma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip N***a watch yo' f**kin' mouth, 'fore I shoot you in the lip B*t*h I'm stacking all my chips, but I don't f**k with dip B*t*h I love making n***as bleed, but I f**k with Crips I was hittin' licks, skipping school, I ain't f**k with cla** Had the Glock 23 sitting in my bookbag I'ma up the pistol on my teacher, if I didn't pa** Man f**k school, I'm rich, tell them people kiss my a** B*t*h, I jumped out the Porsche and now we see eleven ducking down And my n***as wrapping bags, they don't even need a stamp the judge, and you know I'm making bail I've been a demon all my life, I think that I belong in hell B*t*h, I'm hotter than lava, pray to the lord so I can prosper Keep snitchin' man, now I'm hangin' with my shottas I got some bold ruffians, they be screamin' out "Allah" Baby Mexico Choppa, make a n***a cha cha F**k the club up, f**k it up, yeah F**k the club up, f**k it up, yeah F**k the club up, f**k the club up, f**k the club up F**k it up, yeah, yeah Don't do no talkin' when we beefin', let that choppa talk for me You know I'm bangin' for my gang, and it's to the [?] B*t*h, I pull up on yo' street, put another opp to sleep Man he should've never made a pose, now he RIP So many guns, I can go to war with Russia I'ma burn him like I'm Usher Like a Backwood, I'ma smoke him Then I put him in a duffel B*t*h my n***as roll with pistols, we don't use our f**kin' knuckles I'ma attack with fire then you won't catch me in a scuffle I'm the lion in the jungle, you ain't cut like [?] B*t*h, they call me HIV cause you can't f**k with ease Man I dare a f**k n***a try to send me a diss I sent him hit, while I'm f**kin' on another n***a b*t*h I put a scope up on my Glock, so it can shoot like a choppa I put the lean up in the bottle, like a n***a a toddler I shoot a n***a in the neck, so I'm poppin' his collar Put tape up on that n***a mouth, so he won't holler They askin' how I'm in the club, I ain't over sixteen Man shut the f**k up, 'cause my Glock 23 I need everybody f**k the club up on 3 N***a 1, 2, 3, f**k the club up n***a (Ha, pop)
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