Ying Yang Twins - What The f**! lyrics

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Ying Yang Twins - What The f**! lyrics

(Bone Crusher, k**er Mike, and Ying Yang Twins talking) What the f**, man (what the f**) this club is dead as a mother f**er (dead as a mother f**er) ima call these n***a god damn Ying Yang Twins,(YAAAYY) Ima call Bone Crusher, Ima call that boy k**er Mike they gon be at the club (talking in background) What, What, What.... (Chorus) What the f** goin on in the club (In The Club) What the f** goin on in the god damn club (In The Club) (x2) Whats about b**h whats about (Whats about b**h) Whats about b**h whats about (Whats about b**h) Whats about b**h whats about (Whats about b**h) (k**er Mike) n***a's comin to the club, deep flow, swerving lanes, on 23 MJ's no more broad change, security, they known for bustin heads man i ain't ever scared i'll take a bottle to his head im a live n***a i'll leave a p**y n***a dead hoodrats got a** but college girls got head, and im gon take picture, think about what i just said, and its official me and my n***a's takin pictures And mo money, mo hoes, mo bottles in the picture, drunk n***a talk sh**, more problems then you can picture we all got bottles we deadly with spinners, at least five n***a's strapped up with they Winerbery's n***a, we all got pockets full of green, smoking broccoli down here we drink cool water, clipse, and Hypnotic, down here we like our rims, spinnin', and choppin, and the girl down to the flo' drop droppin p**y poppin' (Chorus) What the f** goin on in the club (In The Club) What the f** goin on in the god damn club (In The Club) (x2) Whats about b**h whats about (Whats about b**h) Whats about b**h whats about (Whats about b**h) Whats about b**h whats about (Whats about b**h) I Hold off yo n***a like whoooooooaa!!! I put these bricks to his face like whoooooooaa!!! Ain't Nobody scared n***a because hustle to hustler If u want rumble n***a tussle to tussler b**h boi u ain't hard i see you runnin So what you talkin' bout n***a like im hard im drummin *laughing* You got me *EH* dont let these 16 shots get atcha (BLAH!!) Because underachiever is soon believer dont

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