Lyrics:
the A, my hitta hold a hunnid rounds
In the strip club, that's the hookah lounge (lounge)
If I tell my brother, "Pull it", he gon' pull it out
I ain't
Ah yeah
Whole world
MC's
Whose slick
We lounge stay phat notice our G limp
A natural flair with our fresh ass hair
Style baggy out clouts
the "be -Boy" emulate
A buck-fifty still swinging like a heavyweight
Me and the lounge about to levitate
You don't believe let me demonstrate
The way we
flow!
Yo, yo, yo you would think I'm in a lounge, man everywhere
Won't blink like from Time Square
What he done here? She fucking with a crime
Stuck like
What made ya muthafuckas think you control me?
[Lounge Mode]
Staten Island been wildin', so Osama's nothing
And my niggaz out in Brooklyn said
into the growing grass, moments pass
No damn flask of brand cognac
This ain't no rough night out with no bar tab
In the alumni lounge we kick far back
Oh! She's a lounge lizard
Coming on strong
Who you fooling
It's me you're with
Lounge lizard
Come on come on
You got to be joking
Give give give
she goes to the cocktail lounge to lounge and says
"I'm gonna have a real good time."
As she sinks into the capitalist chair
I don't think that she
respect my name
Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang
See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain
Park Hill cats in the back, respect my
What made ya muthafuckas think you control me?
[Lounge Mode]
Staten Island been wildin', so Osama's nothing
And my niggaz out in Brooklyn said
tape parade
There's no mound of clouds to lounge on,
No mound of clouds to lounge on
won't make it upstairs
And you know the kids are down
Let's settle on this chaise lounge
Boy take em off, take your clothes off
I don't wanna wait,
and the lounge
It takes one tree to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees
Wake up, smell the rain
Shake up,
and the lounge
It takes one tree to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees
Wake up, smell the rain
Shake up,
Ripping them down stamping the ground
Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the
Lounge it takes one tree to make
A thousand matches
Only takes
anything psych, but I ain't want to fuck her
I don't feel good, so I won't want to go to a club
Don't want to go to a lounge, just want to lounge
Then
Five o'clock, but I stopped at 4:59
Twist a J of some hay, got a car from Sleepy Brown (Brown)
See it's going down, downtown at the lounge
Lounge
querem a fonte (fonte)
Muito Sauce ela senta no lounge (lounge)
Muito tiro cê nem viu de onde (yeah)
Tenho os xans
Toda noite (noite)
To com Lá shame
Ela chupa chupa chupa
Essa mina é minha puta
Sobe desce e continua
Rebolando me machuca
Essas bitch quer menage
Ela me dá lá no lounge
Disse que
Ela é baladeira e com a noite casada
Gosta de Dançar
E fumar um nargas
Tá no Lounge com suas amigas
Curtindo e mexendo a raba
Gosta de Dançar
E fumar
Mecher a Bunda
Rua 2 , Favela Lounge
Onde As Puta se Divulga
Rua 2 , Favela Lounge
Onde As Puta se Divulga
Pega o meu copo de lean,
porque hoje eu estou afim
briso essa lounge que tem
muita sacanagem bitch joga
essa raba pra mim.
Pega essa nave roda
Só quero meu din
Cê quer meu sauce
Bico falido o meu som sempre aplaude
Fazendo hit depois colando no lounge
Eu compro os kit
E ela joga la no
deu valor quando eu passava apé...
Mundão girou né, de foguetão pra acelerar, quero ver pegar!
De lounge em lounge nóis ta, com as mais gatas pra
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