Lyrics:
it feels when your mom's gotta clean shit
And her boss treats her like she don't even mean shit
And she gotta wait for the bus in the rain and it's
"Fuck it, I'm on one"
I walk around the club, fuck everybody
And all my niggas got that heat, I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, ain't
say, Mase. why we can't wait? What, I ain't worth it?
It ain't that but girl you never say I go too fast
All I'm seatin' when I'm eating, or goin'
girls
I just love when I fuck em
Let me keep it clean, holdup what I say?
I said, I said, said
I got money on my mind, change on my membrane
Insane, in
Dubai, I'm quite a naughty dude
It don't matter what year it is
'Cause every year I pull up to them clubs and I bring them back to 1942
And every girl
of strange
It's never been the same
Since sixteen
Young kid, with big bright dreams
I was writing like every other day
Didn't give a fuck about streams
when I say it
I'm in love with a stripper
Gotta get her, gotta get with her
I can't stay out this club
Uh, young Pimp C
I'm a P-I-M-P, trickin' ain't in
down and speed it up up
You're body bang
See that double butt mix with whats up in my cup
Makes me want you in this club club!
You're body bang, bang
Soft like cake mix I get a brick in my jeans
Every time she cross her legs with her palms in between
Mama you Model C wont you model for me
She makes it
like I supposed to
Rolling like I supposed to
Shining like I supposed to
In the club, f***ing with honeys like I supposed to
I don't understand it
supposed to
Rolling like I supposed to
Shining like I supposed to
In the club, fucking with honeys like I supposed to
I don't understand it when a nigga
sipping on the whole A for that purp shit, bed time
I cop fours like yours, y'all niggas ain't important
Shawty want that molly, and I'ma get what she
you call me a coward for?
Put it in her mouth like a sour straw
Kick door, move, we open the back door
You bitch on her knees, like we shooting hollow
Block look like a drive-thru
They know what's up
A1 bundles for the low, they know it's us
I walked in this motherfucker loaded up
42 on my wrist, this
money
They say Young Khalifa, why you sound like that?
Then how the fuck you blow it by the pound like that?
How you young but you still run your
But this is not for me.
Girl I don’t like this shit.
In da club. In da club. In da club. Ya!
Drink it all. Drink it all. Drink it all. Slut!
In da
it like it's for TV
They might come close
But you and I both know they can't see me
I'm a So So Def representative
Young n- in the game, they was
Roll You Up
[Break]
I'll Roll You Up ...
Bring it on down
(*beat changes*)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
I got my voice down pact, rock it up like crack
Smacked all
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
I'm like…aye where the Bacardi at
Mix it with the Cris baby what's wrong with that?
We in the V.I.P's twisted
Down right stiffed it
Two way shit, boo it
my brother from the Surf Club
Damn that nigga always kept it so hood
Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods
And have girls fall through like
fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that,
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I
The breath is the life and it just begun
I thank God for the morning, so, now look here girl
Where you goin'? Come here girl, let me holla holla holla
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