STCU, STCU
Juicy J
They, They
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 (ooh)
I‘ma shoot the club up (shoot)
Shoot the club up
I‘ma shoot the club up
I‘ma shoot the club up
Shoot the club up
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 (uh huh?)
I might love her
Ain‘t use no rubber (uh, uh)
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 (shoot the)
I‘ma shoot the club up
I‘ma shoot the club up
Shoot the club up
I‘ma shoot the club up (shoot the club up)
Ooh, oh
Only
(Bet you take our coming product like that for good)
I‘ma shoot the club up
Shoot the club up (No, shouldn‘t happen)
I‘ma shoot the club up (ooh)
