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1. |
| 3:00 |
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Verse 1:
Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!
Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)
Chant:
Put your middle finger up!
Pre chorus:
I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!
Verse 2:
Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!
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2. |
| 3:06 |
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Verse 1:
Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!
Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)
Chant:
Put your middle finger up!
Pre chorus:
I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!
Verse 2:
Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!
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3. |
| 3:16 |
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Verse 1:
Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!
Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)
Chant:
Put your middle finger up!
Pre chorus:
I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!
Verse 2:
Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!
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4. |
| 5:02 |
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Verse 1:
Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!
Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)
Chant:
Put your middle finger up!
Pre chorus:
I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!
Verse 2:
Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!
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5. |
| 6:31 |
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Verse 1:
Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!
Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)
Chant:
Put your middle finger up!
Pre chorus:
I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!
Verse 2:
Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!
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6. |
| 4:53 |
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Verse 1:
Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!
Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)
Chant:
Put your middle finger up!
Pre chorus:
I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!
Verse 2:
Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!
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7. |
| 6:43 |
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Verse 1:
Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!
Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)
Chant:
Put your middle finger up!
Pre chorus:
I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!
Verse 2:
Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!
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8. |
| 6:26 |
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Verse 1:
Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!
Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)
Chant:
Put your middle finger up!
Pre chorus:
I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!
Verse 2:
Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!
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9. |
| 5:15 |
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Verse 1:
Now of course I'm drinkin’/ so guess what I'm thinkin’/ I'm here to wild out/
like I do every weekend/
I'm saggin’ real low/ I mean to the floor/ they won't let me in/ I'm beefin ‘at the door/ they said I smell like weed/
and plus I'm drunk as hell/ man you done cut everybody/ nigga who the hell cares/ man let me in/
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick/ but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!
Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)
Chant:
Put your middle finger up!
Pre chorus:
I hate boogie bitches/ wit designer bags/ boys in skinny jeans/ and Gucci rags/ I hate stuffy clubs/ and stuck-up chicks/
stinky attitudes/ man Fuck That Shit!
Verse 2:
Ok I'm finally in/ so guess what I did/ I wild the fuck out/ wit all my rowdy friends/ we popping bottles/ we tugging too/
watch out I'm coming thru/ and I'm muggin’ too/ the groupies watchin’/ watch how I creep on her/ she actin stuck-up/
I had to pour my drink on her/ she said I hit her/ I ain’t touch that bitch/ here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!
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