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812 sto – ftc lyrics

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[intro]
where your hits man, you got a hit do ya?
man f-ck you b-tch

[hook]
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club
you want a club banger, n-gga here you go
ain’t changing, got be the same n-gga before
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club
[verse 1]
b-tch im bradly stover, n-gga you ain’t know
so many styles, man i don’t know which one to do
say i need a hit, these n-ggas can suck my d-ck
self- made n-gga, what make you think i’ma switch
(never)
not for n0body man f-ck it man (never), and thats for everybody
and thats on broke, man don’t take me for joke cause i might got spaz out
one to the face guarantee yo -ss knock out
you ain’t gotta sign me, cause my n-gga im got eat
cause i don’t need you, yea n-ggas gone need me
one day you silly mother f-ckers gone see, that charles bradly stover he a mother f-cking beast

[hook]
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club
you want a club banger, n-gga here you go
ain’t changing, got be the same n-gga before
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club

[verse 2]
i can never be no industry -ss rap n-gga, lying perpatrating acting like a trap n-gga
oh you bricks in the kitchen thats cool, well thats crazy thought i seen yo -ss in school
o lying -ss n-gga eat a d-ck you n-ggas make me sick
all that dirt in ya records and you do none of it
i walk around the club, f-ck everybody
b-tch stover the 3rd, i am not like anybody
(who this n-gga pdp man)
these days im tryna get paid, its just my ambition i’m on a new wave
i told my n-gga pdp that we rocking, they still gone play me in the club because im knocking
can’t see im the sh-t, mother f-cker i am it
bow down later, or you haters slit yo wrist
oops im sorry, im sorry for my arrogance
but b-tch i’m me n-gga i ain’t gotta make sense

[post verse]
r.i.p. i just body, f-ck the club and everybody
r.i.p. i just body, f-ck the club and everybody
and i don’t need you n-ggas, i don’t need you hoes
i don’t need a record label please tell em no
(sorry)
and i don’t need you n-ggas, i don’t need you hoes
i don’t need a record label please tell em no
(i really don’t tho)

[hook]
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club
you want a club banger, n-gga here you go
ain’t changing, got be the same n-gga before
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club
f-ck the club f-ck the club, i don’t need a hit n-gga f-ck the club