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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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