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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)