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Yeah, It is II don't know 'bout all that other shit, can't call thatBut beside this motherfucker right hereThis motherfuckin' booHey that's me all day, all day, twice on SundayHey what I motherfuckin' do, I rap, I rapHey, what's happenin'GoddammitGet these pussies off me, will ya?I love itYeah, yeah, yeahI'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont LoungeThe money's low, but I dare not scrounge'Cause I'll be right back and the money'll followIt's cloudy today, it'll be sunny tomorrowI promise, honest, every week let's do some other shitLiver than that other shit, bitch I'm still the fuckin' shitI've got my publishing and my royaltiesNever lost loyalty, it's Organized Noize and BYou bitch, you already know the remainin'Let us jealousy, I don't entertain itSongtexteI got a cave bitch, she's a cheerleaderI split a 12 with her, she licked this here penisSnatched her from a ballplayer, that wasn't playin' ballHe paid for it all, but she wouldn't take it offSo I'ma take it off his hands, I know you heard of thatAnd I'ma murder that furry cat for a factI'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont LoungeThe Claremont Lounge, the Claremont LoungeAnd once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin' downIt's goin' down, right now it's goin' downI'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont LoungeThe Claremont Lounge, the Claremont LoungeAnd once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin' downIt's goin' down, right now it's goin' downFloss, comin' through L or Tampa on voguesIn Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit a hood rat hoShe got three kids and about four goalsShe serve her pop ex and fuck other hoesShe used to fuck with this nigga named Tone, that was onEven frontin' her the zones, 'til he died in born homesHe was killed by a young nigga creepin' with the chromeTook the money out the trunk and like sixteen zonesBut fuck that, let's take it back to the 'lacMe and this batch laid back burnin' purp sacksHigh as fuck, contemplatin' million dollar plansShe a million dollar bitch and I'ma million dollar manOnly thing missin' is about a million dollarsSent her ass to the country with the work and a ImpalaI gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy downAnd I'll meet you in a week at the Claremont LoungeI'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont LoungeThe Claremont Lounge, the Claremont LoungeAnd once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin' downIt's goin' down, right now it's goin' downI'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont LoungeThe Claremont Lounge, the Claremont LoungeAnd once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin' downIt's goin' down, right now it's goin' downHey look, I chillin' in the lounge and this girl gonna walk in the bathroomShe said damn you look cute, but why you ain't got no tattoosI said I didn't come to look cute, Cool came to cutAnd damn you look cute, why you ain't got no buttHey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed'Cause I see this sucker checkin' me, while I'm checkin' the mixSo I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you witMan you better be like G-Rock and go and get that bitchI let Bubba security handle that, step back to the backMan you ought to be ashamed to run your mouth like thatThis my house, don't tell me how to do my thingI don't like you, you really on my promotional teamSee you could of got a cameo at the video shootSee I could of got you a bitch at the video shootBut you to busy out here lookin' cute tryna take your shirt offIf we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned offI'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont LoungeThe Claremont Lounge, the Claremont LoungeAnd once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin' downIt's goin' down, right now it's goin' downI'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont LoungeThe Claremont Lounge, the Claremont LoungeAnd once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin' downIt's goin' down, right now it's goin' down Aus Songtexte Mania