Official Music Video
Club House by Toosii
Lyrics & Translation
English
One, two, three straps inside my club house
Four, Five, Six fuck around we at a club out
Only niggas wear white tees inside my club house
You can't be around if you ain't never shut the club down
Bitch I be with, all them niggas who really with that
Catch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split that
Bust his brains, we'll give a nigga a shit bag
My ex be tryna' talk, I tell her oh we playin' tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters know we on go
Like seven, eight, nine of these niggas are off the scope
That be ten, eleven, twelve
Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn't go to hell
Pardon my step, but I give on it
New ice, I can change the comet
I know storms in Chicago
New car hit the road no mileage
Every time we pop out in they section, like you cocky
Bitch I heard what you said, ain't got to ask me if I copy
They know all this shit get rocky, like balboa
Bitch I never danced, I do my jig out to the floor
Don't ask me if I'm fuckin' with that hoe you know she tore up
They say my city been waiting for a nigga like me to blow up
I tell her to grow up
You go up, we go up
My whole life projectile, like it's throw up
Don't tell me what you gon' do nigga you must not know us
You can play the base lil nigga that wasn't for us
One, two, three straps inside my club house
Four, Five, Six fuck around we at a club out
Only niggas wear white tees inside my club house
You can't be around if you ain't never shut the club down
Bitch I be with, all them niggas who really with that
Catch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split that
Bust his brains, we'll give a nigga a shit bag
My ex be tryna' talk, I tell her oh we playin' tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters know we on go
Like seven, eight, nine of these niggas are off the scope
That be ten, eleven, twelve
Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn't go to hell
You can call yo top shoota'
We'll spin a block shoot em'
Ian never shot a cop, but bitch I be with cop shootas
My lil homie off the grid, he popped the lid and talked to em'
His mama been beggin' me to call his phone and talk to him
Call like yesterday, keep a cold like yesterday
I wasn't even gon' fuck on that hoe, but I told her yes today
Finger fuck the trigger, bitch I had a lil sex today
Ian tryna be boo'd up, bitch I ain't Ella Mai
Cold storm, move Frita
ARP, new heater
My brother, my brother, poured a walk inside a two meter
Imma come around, bitch I gotta cop some new beaters
They say I'm hot cause a nigga ride round with two heaters
One, two, three straps inside my club house
Four, Five, Six fuck around we at a club out
Only niggas wear white tees inside my club house
You can't be around if you ain't never shut the club down
Bitch I be with, all them niggas who really with that
Catch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split that
Bust his brains, we'll give a nigga a shit bag
My ex be tryna' talk, I tell her oh we playin' tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters know we on go
Like seven, eight, nine of these niggas are off the scope
That be ten, eleven, twelve
Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn't go to hell
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Club House by Toosii
Club House* (original Toosii)
One, two, three straps inside my club house
Four, Five, Six fuck around we at a club out
Only niggas wear white tees inside my club house
You can't be around if you ain't never shut the club down
Bitch I be with, all them niggas who really with that
Catch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split that
Bust his brains, we'll give a nigga a shit bag
My ex be tryna' talk, I tell her oh we playin' tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters know we on go
Like seven, eight, nine of these niggas are off the scope
That be ten, eleven, twelve
Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn't go to hell
Pardon my step, but I give on it
New ice, I can change the comet
I know storms in Chicago
New car hit the road no mileage
Every time we pop out in they section, like you cocky
Bitch I heard what you said, ain't got to ask me if I copy
They know all this shit get rocky, like balboa
Bitch I never danced, I do my jig out to the floor
Don't ask me if I'm fuckin' with that hoe you know she tore up
They say my city been waiting for a nigga like me to blow up
I tell her to grow up
You go up, we go up
My whole life projectile, like it's throw up
Don't tell me what you gon' do nigga you must not know us
You can play the base lil nigga that wasn't for us
One, two, three straps inside my club house
Four, Five, Six fuck around we at a club out
Only niggas wear white tees inside my club house
You can't be around if you ain't never shut the club down
Bitch I be with, all them niggas who really with that
Catch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split that
Bust his brains, we'll give a nigga a shit bag
My ex be tryna' talk, I tell her oh we playin' tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters know we on go
Like seven, eight, nine of these niggas are off the scope
That be ten, eleven, twelve
Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn't go to hell
You can call yo top shoota'
We'll spin a block shoot em'
Ian never shot a cop, but bitch I be with cop shootas
My lil homie off the grid, he popped the lid and talked to em'
His mama been beggin' me to call his phone and talk to him
Call like yesterday, keep a cold like yesterday
I wasn't even gon' fuck on that hoe, but I told her yes today
Finger fuck the trigger, bitch I had a lil sex today
Ian tryna be boo'd up, bitch I ain't Ella Mai
Cold storm, move Frita
ARP, new heater
My brother, my brother, poured a walk inside a two meter
Imma come around, bitch I gotta cop some new beaters
They say I'm hot cause a nigga ride round with two heaters
One, two, three straps inside my club house
Four, Five, Six fuck around we at a club out
Only niggas wear white tees inside my club house
You can't be around if you ain't never shut the club down
Bitch I be with, all them niggas who really with that
Catch a body, that's my body, ain't gotta split that
Bust his brains, we'll give a nigga a shit bag
My ex be tryna' talk, I tell her oh we playin' tic-tac-toe
She got a thing for them shooters know we on go
Like seven, eight, nine of these niggas are off the scope
That be ten, eleven, twelve
Give me thirteen reasons he shouldn't go to hell
Club House (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Una, dos, tres armas dentro de mi casa club
Cuatro, cinco, seis, si jodes, estamos en un club
Solo negros visten camisetas blancas dentro de mi casa club
No puedes estar cerca si nunca has cerrado el club
Puta, estoy con todos esos negros que realmente están en eso
Atrapa un cuerpo, ese es mi cuerpo, no hay que dividirlo
Le volamos los sesos, le daremos una bolsa para la mierda
Mi ex intenta hablar, le digo oh, estamos jugando al tres en raya
Ella tiene debilidad por los tiradores, sabes que estamos listos
Como siete, ocho, nueve de estos negros están fuera de alcance
Eso serían diez, once, doce
Dame trece razones por las que no debería ir al infierno
Perdona mi paso, pero lo doy
Hielo nuevo, puedo cambiar el cometa
Conozco tormentas en Chicago
Coche nuevo en la carretera sin kilometraje
Cada vez que aparecemos en su sección, como si fueras arrogante
Puta, escuché lo que dijiste, no tienes que preguntarme si copio
Saben que toda esta mierda se pone rocosa, como Balboa
Puta, nunca bailé, hago mi jig en el suelo
No me preguntes si estoy jodiendo con esa puta, sabes que está destrozada
Dicen que mi ciudad ha estado esperando a un negro como yo para explotar
Le digo que crezca
Tú subes, nosotros subimos
Toda mi vida es un proyectil, como si fuera vómito
No me digas lo que vas a hacer, negro, no debes conocernos
Puedes tocar el bajo, pequeño negro, eso no era para nosotros
Una, dos, tres armas dentro de mi casa club
Cuatro, cinco, seis, si jodes, estamos en un club
Solo negros visten camisetas blancas dentro de mi casa club
No puedes estar cerca si nunca has cerrado el club
Puta, estoy con todos esos negros que realmente están en eso
Atrapa un cuerpo, ese es mi cuerpo, no hay que dividirlo
Le volamos los sesos, le daremos una bolsa para la mierda
Mi ex intenta hablar, le digo oh, estamos jugando al tres en raya
Ella tiene debilidad por los tiradores, sabes que estamos listos
Como siete, ocho, nueve de estos negros están fuera de alcance
Eso serían diez, once, doce
Dame trece razones por las que no debería ir al infierno
Puedes llamar a tu mejor tirador
Daremos una vuelta y les dispararemos
Nunca le disparé a un policía, pero puta, estoy con tiradores de policías
Mi pequeño amigo está fuera de la red, abrió la tapa y habló con ellos
Su mamá me ha estado rogando que lo llame y hable con él
Llama como ayer, mantén el frío como ayer
Ni siquiera iba a follar con esa puta, pero le dije que sí hoy
Follar el gatillo con el dedo, puta, tuve un poco de sexo hoy
No intento estar acurrucado, puta, no soy Ella Mai
Tormenta fría, mueve a Frita
ARP, calentador nuevo
Mi hermano, mi hermano, vertió un paseo dentro de un medidor de dos
Voy a venir, puta, tengo que comprar unas zapatillas nuevas
Dicen que estoy caliente porque un negro anda con dos calentadores
Una, dos, tres armas dentro de mi casa club
Cuatro, cinco, seis, si jodes, estamos en un club
Solo negros visten camisetas blancas dentro de mi casa club
No puedes estar cerca si nunca has cerrado el club
Puta, estoy con todos esos negros que realmente están en eso
Atrapa un cuerpo, ese es mi cuerpo, no hay que dividirlo
Le volamos los sesos, le daremos una bolsa para la mierda
Mi ex intenta hablar, le digo oh, estamos jugando al tres en raya
Ella tiene debilidad por los tiradores, sabes que estamos listos
Como siete, ocho, nueve de estos negros están fuera de alcance
Eso serían diez, once, doce
Dame trece razones por las que no debería ir al infierno
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