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Karl Wolf
Fuck Shit Up - Karl Wolf ft. Three 6 Mafia
Karl Wolf, Juicy J, Three 6 Mafia
It’s going down
UGP (Yeah)
Let’s go (x4)
Oooooh, Heeyyy (x3)
Oooooh
My ear is goin rocky
And my wrist’s all froze
Champagne in my glass
I’m surrounded by Hoes
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up (x2)
Yah! Hey, Hey, Hey
I don’t care who you are
What you do
Or who you with
Tonight we party
And I’m on my base shit
These girls are flashy flashy
Spinnin’ spinnin’ outta control
I ain’t gonna stop this party
’Cause I’m fucking Rock ’N Roll
Last call for alcohol
Imma shut this motherfucka down (Hey-ey-ey)
Don’t stop ’till the sun come up
’Cause I’m gonna turn this party
Up, up, up, up, up-p-p-p-p-p
My ear is goin rocky
And my wrist’s all froze
Champagne in my glass
I’m surrounded by Hoes
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up (x2)
Yeaaaah
These chicks are stupid crazy
Got me on the bar gettin’
Waasteed
I feel like the Incredible Hulk
’Cause I’m about to break Shit
From the dancefloor
To the window
To the motherfucking wall (Wall)
Hey, I run this Shit
Now stop.
Excuse me all
Last call for alcohol
Imma shut this motherfucka down (Hey-ey-ey)
Don’t stop ’till the sun come up
’Cause I’m gonna turn this party
Up, up, up, up, up-p-p-p-p-p
My ear is goin rocky
And my wrist’s all froze
Champagne in my glass
I’m surrounded by Hoes
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up (x2)
Five chicks, twenty bottles
And I’m back out loud
I’m on some raw-star Shit
I’m jumpin in the crowd (You know it)
It’s stoner’s night (You know it)
It’s sterna’s night (You know it)
Twenty rocks I’m in Vegas
With some Nigga why
Take a Nigga freak
To the playboy Suite
Room Service
Two dig me
Always rose with the paparozz
Take a seat
Take off the clothes
Do my groupies from the shows
I don’t buy bars
I own the floor
I get higher than an airplane
Juicy J is the new Rick James
My ear is goin rocky
And my wrist’s all froze
Champagne in my glass
I’m surrounded by Hoes
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up (x2)
Karl Wolf, Juicy J, Three 6 Mafia
It’s going down
UGP (Yeah)
Let’s go (x4)
Oooooh, Heeyyy (x3)
Oooooh
My ear is goin rocky
And my wrist’s all froze
Champagne in my glass
I’m surrounded by Hoes
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up (x2)
Yah! Hey, Hey, Hey
I don’t care who you are
What you do
Or who you with
Tonight we party
And I’m on my base shit
These girls are flashy flashy
Spinnin’ spinnin’ outta control
I ain’t gonna stop this party
’Cause I’m fucking Rock ’N Roll
Last call for alcohol
Imma shut this motherfucka down (Hey-ey-ey)
Don’t stop ’till the sun come up
’Cause I’m gonna turn this party
Up, up, up, up, up-p-p-p-p-p
My ear is goin rocky
And my wrist’s all froze
Champagne in my glass
I’m surrounded by Hoes
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up (x2)
Yeaaaah
These chicks are stupid crazy
Got me on the bar gettin’
Waasteed
I feel like the Incredible Hulk
’Cause I’m about to break Shit
From the dancefloor
To the window
To the motherfucking wall (Wall)
Hey, I run this Shit
Now stop.
Excuse me all
Last call for alcohol
Imma shut this motherfucka down (Hey-ey-ey)
Don’t stop ’till the sun come up
’Cause I’m gonna turn this party
Up, up, up, up, up-p-p-p-p-p
My ear is goin rocky
And my wrist’s all froze
Champagne in my glass
I’m surrounded by Hoes
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up (x2)
Five chicks, twenty bottles
And I’m back out loud
I’m on some raw-star Shit
I’m jumpin in the crowd (You know it)
It’s stoner’s night (You know it)
It’s sterna’s night (You know it)
Twenty rocks I’m in Vegas
With some Nigga why
Take a Nigga freak
To the playboy Suite
Room Service
Two dig me
Always rose with the paparozz
Take a seat
Take off the clothes
Do my groupies from the shows
I don’t buy bars
I own the floor
I get higher than an airplane
Juicy J is the new Rick James
My ear is goin rocky
And my wrist’s all froze
Champagne in my glass
I’m surrounded by Hoes
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up
You know, You know
You know that I fuck Shit up (x2)
