Fuck shit up
by Karl Wolf
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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)