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rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin' pot
Jackie Chan is rollin' rollin', Yelawolf is powin' powin'
Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it's the perfect time
chile
Fucked up but I'll tell you that I can't complain
Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin' yo bitch in a tame

I just wanna party
I just wanna party
I
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf

You
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf

You
fucks
40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what?

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up
Every evening you will find him around our neighbourhood. 
It's the old dope peddler, that we know by doing good

Started off with a OZ
End up
I bang in my white tee
All in the club spittin game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee, serve fiends in my white tee
Fuck a throwback I look
You really in Beverly hills
And so Drama beats.

Damn rich, peanut butter guts and a Lamorghini, whoa
You must have white brea, lets make a sandwich
at first sight girl (sight girl)
I'm in a club full of white girls (white girls)
I'll be your boyfriend for the night girl (night girl)

Mexican, hose,
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
black from white
When you wake up in the middle of the night

Weighed down by the absence of sound
Broken now by the cry of a hound
Looking for
I'm Mr. Thanksgiving nigga
The game it's switched up
In white winter black
So gimme 
Mo money mo ice
I ain't buying no price swear I'm on that one
tee, I bang in my white tee
All in the club spittin game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee, serve fiends in my white tee
Fuck a throwback I look
Jumping off the stage to hit a guy that flipped me off at my concert
They call me every name in the book
From white Tech to fat Yelawolf, see a friend
round with Yelawolf in your daddy’s Lambo

Hello me, how ya been?
You got a mullet again like when you was 10
You’re probably sipping sweet tee’s, you
There's a place by the woods, up on the hill
Looking over at the liffey
It's hidden away, a secret den just outside Dublin City
A house of sin
forces 
Or if your born in the hood but you ain't on that poor shit 
Got sum but bout to get some more shit 
That's right go hard on em I pull up baby
Stakes unscarred by limitation
'Tween a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
'Til his long, green eyes did glow
Mud was
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud

Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
up!
To all my women in the club, say we F'd up!
And if you're sipping on some, say we F'd up!
They didn't know what the crook say, we F'd up!
(All
friends for so long bruh
That’s why I used to sneak you in the club bruh
Just for that reason right there bruh
Aight bruh, let me just freestyle some
of Clubs himself
Fell in face down in front of Gold

Now, three kings come to Clubs command
But the angels from the sky did ride
Three kings up
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah

I got my buddies on the corner
In the back of the club with a sack
And they rolling up a jointer
Smoking that country stash
You
This is what I believe he says, too lazy to correct line-by-line…:
“Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Swag

15’s in the back
the room, you’re shroomin' to the moon
But in the mornin' you’re wakin' up like a broom
Swept off your feet cause Yelawolf ain't a groom
I ain’t poppin'