Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain Chewy boy
ur p-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur [Red Cafe] Damn I look good, Somebody take a photo I run my his-house, You can ask Jojo Yank fitted on, My money on Jeter My girls
't lie baby girl, you fine ass hell Will I hit it in the first date time will tell? Baby says she like the way, the top drop back Never thought my home, boy, girl
make you explode You don?t wanna break the code, you want a day of Combs I can take you on outer limits away from home Where your girls pop, mammi wallin
do? If not, just stop don't stay there and rot Party nights, and neon lights we hit the floors, we hit the heights Dancing shoes, and pretty girls boys in leather, kiss girls in pearls Hot-damn
Killa, Killa, Killa, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn [Verse 1] Them niggaz pumpin dimes, trunk pumpin mine
STOP DON'T STAY THERE AND ROT Party nights and neon lights We hit the floors, we hit the heights Dancing shoes and pretty girls Boys in leather kiss girls in pearls Hot-damn
the world, girls all around the world), haha, get 'em (This goes out to girls all around the world), yeah (All around the world, girls all around the
the mall boy and blow some stacks And I ain't no gold digger But you fin' to pay for this car note nigga You gotta pay to play, everybody's ain't able Damn
that truck and then get lost Boy you playin with a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a jet-ski Ooh cool cool -
if ya let me, keep yo girl wetter than Game on a jet ski Oo, cool, who say he smoother than a baby's ass pops was a dope boy we still spendin 80?s cash
! Don't stay there and rot! Party nights, and neon lights We hit the floors, we hit the heights Dancing shoes, and pretty girls Boys in leather kiss girls in pearls! Hot - damn
stop, don't stay there and rot Party nights and neon lights We hit the floors, we hit the heights Dancing shoes and pretty girls Boys in leather kiss, girls in pearls Hot, damn
a box or a tray, keep your head on the plate I don't care this is where you should be Come in pain or in joy As a girl, as a boy In a bag or a trunk (
money,soulja boy money SOD money aint shit funny shout out to my niggas on the down in the country city boy shawty tiddy boy shawty a hundred boy shawty
slave Metaphor master, rhymes are disaster Half the class step back, they'll call me the master You wanna jet, project with a similie But I'm so large I boned your girl
my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head Hit it then I quit it ?fore she even made the bed Damn I?m no good, but damn it?s so good I?m picturing
to play, e'rybody ain't able Damn, be a man, bring somethin to the table [Chorus] [Deuce Poppi] Give it to me, let me see you drop it fast Girl we