Toosii - Club House [Official Music Video]

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  • Published on:  6/5/2020
  • Watch the official video for Toosii's "Club House."

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    Club House Lyrics:

    [Hook]
    One, two, three straps inside my clubhouse
    Four, five, six fuck round we air the club out
    Only niggas wit white tees inside my clubhouse
    You can’t be around if you ain’t never shut the club down
    Bitch I be wit all them niggas who really wit that
    Catch a body, that’s my body, ain’t got to split that
    Bust his brains we’ll give a nigga a shit bag
    My X be tryna talk, I tell her O we playing tic tac, toe
    She got a thing for them shooters, know we on go
    Wack seven, eight, nine of they niggas, to up the sco’ Maybe ten, eleven, twelve
    Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn’t go to hell
    [Verse 1]
    Pardon my step but I get violent
    New ice I can change the climate
    I know stones in Chicago
    New car hit the road, no mileage
    Everytime we pop out in they section like you cocky
    Bitch I heard what you said
    Ain’t gotta ask me if I copy
    They know, all this shit get rocky like Balboa
    Bitch I never dance, I do my jigg, I tear the flo’ up
    Don’t ask me if I’m fuckin wit that hoe
    You know she to’ up
    They say my city been waiting for a nigga like me to blow up
    I tell her to grow up
    We go out we go up
    My whole life projectile like it’s throw up
    Don’t tell me what you gone do nigga
    You must not know us
    You can play the bench lil nigga
    That wasn’t for us
    [Hook]
    One, two, three straps inside my clubhouse
    Four, five, six fuck round we air the club out
    Only niggas wit white tees inside my clubhouse
    You can’t be around if you ain’t never shut the club down
    Bitch I be wit all them niggas who really wit that Catch a body, that’s my body, ain’t got to split that Bust his brains we’ll give a nigga a shit bag

    My X be tryna talk, I tell her O we playing tic tac, toe
    She got a thing for them shooters, know we on go
    Wack seven, eight, nine of they niggas, to up the sco’
    Maybe ten, eleven, twelve
    Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn’t go to hell
    [Verse 2]
    You could call yo top shoota
    We’ll spin the block, shoot em
    I ain’t never shot a cop
    But bitch I be wit cop shootas
    My lil homie off the grid
    He popped the lid and top to em
    His mama been begging me to call his phone and talk to em
    Still cold like yesterday
    Keep a pole like yesterday
    I won’t even gone fuck on that hoe
    But I told her yes today
    Finger fuck the trigger bitch
    I had a lil sex today
    I ain’t tryna be boo’d up bitch I ain’t Ella Mai
    Cold Stone new freezer
    ARP, new heater
    My brother my brother pouring wock inside a two liter
    Summer come around, bitch I gotta cop some new beaters
    They say I’m hot cause a nigga ride around wit two heaters
    [Hook]
    One, two, three straps inside my clubhouse
    Four, five, six fuck round we air the club out
    Only niggas wit white tees inside my clubhouse
    You can’t be around if you ain’t never shut the club down
    Bitch I be wit all them niggas who really wit that
    Catch a body, that’s my body, ain’t got to split that
    Bust his brains we’ll give a nigga a shit bag
    My X be tryna talk, I tell her oh we playing tic tac, toe
    She got a thing for them shooters, know we on go
    Wack seven, eight, nine of they niggas, to up the sco’
    Maybe ten, eleven, twelve
    Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn’t go to hell
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