Azealia Banks

Azealia Banks - Queen Of Clubs lyrics

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[Refrain]

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 f**kin' heat up

DJ play that beat, I wanna party



[Chorus]

She was dealt the queen of clubs

[Refrain]

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 f**kin' heat up

DJ play that beat, I wanna party



[Verse]

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 f**k 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 f**k it, them bitches is bust

All my shoes designer, Prada, Proenza, Versace

Give me that Givenchy, I'm thuggin' it up



[Chorus]

She was dealt the queen of clubs

So tell the f**kin' 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



So tell the f**kin' 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



[Refrain]

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 f**kin' heat up

DJ play that beat, I wanna party



[Verse]

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 f**k 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 f**k it, them bitches is bust

All my shoes designer, Prada, Proenza, Versace

Give me that Givenchy, I'm thuggin' it up



[Chorus]

She was dealt the queen of clubs

So tell the f**kin' 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
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