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Nicki Minaj - FTCU (SLEEZEMIX)" (feat. Travis Scott, Chris Brown & Sexyy Red) Lyrics  Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka) This the sleezemix Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka) This the sleezemix Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka) This the sleezemix ATL Jacob , he a fucking millionaire Heavy on it Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka) Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka) Yeah, yeah-yeah Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka) Yeah, yeah-yeah Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka) High heels on my tippies Dolce & Gabbana that's on my titties Cop me Vetements when I ride the dicky I still got the juice, bitch, buy a sippy I will never slippy like a Mickey Stay in your Tory Lane, bitch, I'm not Iggy I know that these niggas tryna bang like Chiddy I am such a catch, nigga, throw on your mitty, Mm ...

Chase Davis on the beat, yeah When I talk, I like to talk to souls Drop that shit Knife in my back, hit a artery Home invasion

Bad, bad news I'm just bad, bad news Good thing that you, Bonnie and Clyde The money and who? It's bad news

I might need me some ventilation A little vacation, Houstonfornication Mind redefine new renovations Space coupe back out of the space station

Murda on the beat so it's not nice For this life, I cannot change (change) Hidden Hills, deep off in remains (main) M&M's, sweet like candy cane (cane) Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)

[Intro:] Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying Know what I'm saying [Travis Scott {Quavo}:] Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I Who gon' win and why I'm alive, just

[Travis Scott:] No you can't say if I'm mad or not Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out

Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes Hop off a jet, barely get rest Cash through the month, I get a check Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest

Yeah Seem like the life I feel Seem like the life I feels a little distant, yeah

[Travis Scott:] (Ooh) Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh) Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve)

Who's that creeping through my window? Before you come outside I got the info Took her to the endzone from the Enzo Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

[Juice WRLD:] The party never ends In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah I'm tryna get revenge You'll be all out of love in the end [Travis Scott:]

[The Weeknd:] I don't wanna wake up I want you spread out on the sheets Said her pussy so good

Yeah yeah yeah (yeah, ooh) Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed (yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Louder (louder)

[Intro:] This is the rewatch, the hot pockets, the fritters, the missiles, the humans, all gathered in secrecy And flying high as a kite [James Blake (Kid Cudi):] (Hmm hmm)

Ya' know? (South Side) Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly

[Big Tuck:] What's crackin'? You already know who it is Ya' boy, Big Tuck Freight Train Tuck

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (yeah) Sippin' on purp, feelin' to the Barre Baby (it's lit)

[Part I] [Drake:] Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know winter's here