Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Queen of Clubs, artist - Azealia Banks. Album song Slay-Z, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: CHAOS & GLORY
Song language: English
Queen of Clubs |
Come on DJ, spin for me |
You play that beat, I’ll rock my body |
I can freak the dance floor |
I can work that thing all over shawty |
I’ll leave you my number |
If you want me, baby, you can call me |
Turn the fuckin' heat up |
DJ play that beat, I wanna party |
She was dealt the queen of clubs |
So tell the fuckin' DJ to play my favorite song |
I don’t need the champagne, B, I’m blazin' up |
Wanna put my hands up in the air |
Yo come on |
You know this was the life I was born to live |
Queen of the club |
Can’t you see that the nighttime belongs to me |
Up every night and every day |
Come on DJ, spin for me |
You play that beat, I’ll rock my body |
I can freak the dance floor |
I can work that thing all over shawty |
I’ll leave you my number |
If you want me, baby, you can call me |
Turn the fuckin' heat up |
DJ play that beat, I wanna party |
Every time I step in the club, it’s a problem, it’s crazy |
Everything on deck, I got Ace, I got Spades, I got drugs |
I don’t fuck with jokers, you bitch niggas never could play me |
I just rock my heart on my pendant, the diamonds is froze |
Chuckin' up the deuces, the bitches, they knew that I’m shady |
They don’t like me either, but fuck it, them bitches is bust |
All my suits designer, Prada, Proenza, Versace |
Give me that Givenchy, I’m thuggin' it up |
She was dealt the queen of clubs |
So tell the fuckin' DJ to play my favorite song |
I don’t need the champagne, B, I’m blazin' up |
Wanna put my hands up in the air |
Yo come on |
You know this was the life I was born to live |
Queen of the club |
Can’t you see that the nighttime belongs to me |
Up every night and every day |
Come on DJ, spin for me |
You play that beat, I’ll rock my body |
I can freak the dance floor |
I can work that thing all over shawty |
I’ll leave you my number |
If you want me, baby, you can call me |
Turn the fuckin' heat up |
DJ play that beat, I wanna party |
Every time I step in the club, it’s a problem, it’s crazy |
Everything on deck, I got Ace, I got Spades, I got drugs |
I don’t fuck with jokers, you bitch niggas never could play me |
I just rock my heart on my pendant, the diamonds is froze |
Chuckin' up the deuces, the bitches, they knew that I’m shady |
They don’t like me either, but fuck it, them bitches is bust |
All my shoes designer, Prada, Proenza, Versace |
Give me that Givenchy, I’m thuggin' it up |
She was dealt the queen of clubs |
So tell the fuckin' DJ to play my favorite song |
I don’t need the champagne, B, I’m blazin' up |
Wanna put my hands up in the air |
Yo come on |
You know this was the life I was born to live |
Queen of the club |
Can’t you see that the nighttime belongs to me |
Up every night and every day |