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Yeah! that '63 AMG Ghost music
It's Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music
Nigga let's to it
DJ Khaled!

We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any you want to

305 on my plates, a still sellin' weight
Still tippin' scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
They want too much for the taxes, I got my in walls
I got all the bitches, I got all the sauce
No reason I should lose, the of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy bands and shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my come
Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's some fun
at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman
There is no boss, if so then send 'em in
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I it, nigga

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes, any you want to

4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid!
Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, run
Painted all the rivers red, this blood stuck with him
Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, 'em all
Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the
That's photos, that's more
for everybody, nigga, squad goals
on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, up in four 4-doors
West coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, that's my
Last nigga beat the pussy up, well, um, that's my bitch
I don't give no fucks, I give no fucks
40 bands, blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what?

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
And you better your whole crew
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We just gon' up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any you want to

Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can that
Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, I'ma that
Mouth closed, never talk
Won't say a word and to jail that
Sauce drippin', I'll 'em up, .40 on me 'til I cough it up
Big Gotti, I'm up
If it's a hunnid it don't cost enough
Tearin' up like Three Six
I be tearin' plugs up, that's street shit
I be fuckin' boss bitches, they don't shit
Tell me, where my boss bitches who don't need
Yeah, diamonds, not rhinestones
Trap jumpin', yeah the long
All this got my mind gone
All money got my mind gone

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club,
We gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
And you better your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
We just fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, up the club, baby
Yes any time you to