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Juicy J THEY., ay Dripping off my fingertips Tell me how you like that shit I'ma let you get off quick Once I get inside, that's it (ah-ah-ah) Ooh, woah I'ma shoot the club up (shoot) Shoot the club up, uh I'ma shoot the club up I'ma shoot the club up Shoot the club up, uh I'ma shoot the club up (Your boy Juicy J, man) (Let's get it) (Ay, let's go) Tore the club up, then I shot your club up (mm-hmm) I might love her, I ain't use no rubber (mm-mm) She said, "Don't worry 'bout that shit, you know I'm safe" I said, "Don't matter anyway, bitch, it's too late" (bitch, it's too late, let's go) Raw dog is a never I know, I know better Let her get on top, she came all on my Gucci sweater Hope this not a set up She just want some feta Lеt her get me for my dough, no, I can't go nеver Million dollar nuts All up in her guts Let shoot a movie cut These hoes I cannot trust Different diamond cuts These chains all tangled up Is it love or lust? I think I'm finna bust I'ma shoot the club up (up) Shoot the club up, uh I'ma shoot the club up (shoot the club up) I'ma shoot the club up Shoot the club up, uh I'ma shoot the club up (shoot the club up) Oh-ooh-oh Ooh-wee Bet you think I was gon' pull up like that, full clip I'ma shoot the club up, uh Shoot the club up I'ma shoot the club up
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Dante Jones, Andrew Bolooki, Christopher Ahn, Andrew Langston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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