Club Godzilla lyrics

[Intro: BeatKing]
Man, BeatKing made this sh*t
Yeah, hold up, b*tch
Yeah, hold up, b*tch
Texas Hammers, Texas Hammers (Club God, Club God)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Hold up, hold up)

[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Club God in this ho, b*tches on the floor
I f*ck all my fans and I try to f*ck some more
I keep these b*tches wet like I sing R&B
Keep your f*cking face down, throw that pus*y on this D
b*tch, I know that pus*y mine, throw that ass on Vine
Club God gon' nut in her face, if she fine
I only f*ck with dimes, throw that ass one time
If a b*tch say I pay for some pus*y, then she lying (Club God)
Texas motherf*cker, b*tch, I run this club sh*t
n*ggas looking salty, 'cause they main on my di*k
But I don't give a sh*t, b*tch, do a split
She a pole killer, pop that pus*y, ho, get rich (Hold up)

[Chorus: BeatKing, Lord Infamous]
b*tch, throw that pus*y
b*tch, throw that pus*y (Hold up)
b*tch, throw that pus*y
b*tch, throw that pus*y (Hold up)
b*tch, throw that pus*y
b*tch, throw that pus*y (Hold up)
b*tch, throw that pus*y
b*tch, throw that pus*y (Hold up)
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
Who the crunkest? Who the crunkest?
Who the crunkest? (Yeah) Who the crunkest? (Bust it)
Who the crunkest? Who the crunkest? (Hold up)
Who the crunkest? Who the crunkest? (Hold up, hold up)
[Verse 2: BeatKing]
Club God in this ho, make that ass shake
Head down, ass up I don't wanna see your face
I hate skinny b*tches skinny hoes get no love
I see a group of skinny hoes I call 'em Bone Thugs
Throw that ass back, like a boomerang
If your partner thick tell that b*tch to do the same
Let me see that hairy as*h*le like I'm Pimp (Yeah)
Throw that pus*y on me, make me walk with a limp (Club God)
I don't want a nice girl, I want a ho
You gon' throw that ass than touch your f*cking toes
Do she have a n*gga? Who f*cking knows?
I'ma get her on the molly, than make her suck it slow (Hold up)

[Chorus: BeatKing, Lord Infamous]
b*tch, throw that pus*y
b*tch, throw that pus*y (Hold up)
b*tch, throw that pus*y
b*tch, throw that pus*y (Hold up)
b*tch, throw that pus*y
b*tch, throw that pus*y (Hold up)
b*tch, throw that pus*y
b*tch, throw that pus*y (Hold up)
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
(Yeah) Handle your business, b*tch
Who the crunkest? Who the crunkest?
Who the crunkest? Who the crunkest? (Club God)
Who the crunkest? Who the crunkest?
Who the crunkest? Who the crunkest in this motherf*cker? (Baby)
[Outro: BeatKing]
I am Texas club
R.I.P. Lord Infamous
Hold up