Lyrics STCU (with Juicy J) - THEY. , Juicy J

Juicy J
THEY., ay
Dripping off my fingertips
Tell me how you like that shit
I′ma let you get off quick
Once I get inside, that's it (ah-ah-ah)
Ooh, woah
I′ma shoot the club up (shoot)
Shoot the club up, uh
I'ma shoot the club up
I'ma shoot the club up
Shoot the club up, uh
I′ma shoot the club up
(Your boy Juicy J, man)
(Let′s get it)
(Ay, let's go)
Tore the club up, then I shot your club up (mm-hmm)
I might love her, I ain′t use no rubber (mm-mm)
She said, "Don't worry ′bout that shit, you know I'm safe"
I said, "Don′t matter anyway, bitch, it's too late" (bitch, it's too late, let′s go)
Raw dog is a never
I know, I know better
Let her get on top, she came all on my Gucci sweater
Hope this not a set up
She just want some feta
Lеt her get me for my dough, no, I can′t go nеver
Million dollar nuts
All up in her guts
Let shoot a movie cut
These hoes I cannot trust
Different diamond cuts
These chains all tangled up
Is it love or lust?
I think I'm finna bust
I′ma shoot the club up (up)
Shoot the club up, uh
I'ma shoot the club up (shoot the club up)
I′ma shoot the club up
Shoot the club up, uh
I'ma shoot the club up (shoot the club up)
Oh-ooh-oh
Ooh-wee
Bet you think I was gon′ pull up like that, full clip
I'ma shoot the club up, uh
Shoot the club up
I'ma shoot the club up