(feat. Killer Mike, Cool Breeze)
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[Intro - Bubba Sparxxx]
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Haha, yeah
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It is I (it is I)
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I don't know 'bout all that other shit, can't call that
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But beside this motherfucker right here
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This motherfuckin boo
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Hey that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday
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Hey what I motherfuckin do I rap, I rap
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Hey, what's happenin
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God dammit
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Get these pussies off me, will ya?
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I love it, haha
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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[Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]
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I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge)
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The money's low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge)
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Cause I'll be right back (right back) and the money'll follow
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It's cloudy today, it'll be sunny tomorrow
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I promise (promise), honest, every week let's do some other shit
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Liver than that other shit, bitch I'm still the fuckin shit
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I've got my publishing (check) and my royalities (check)
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Never lost loyalty, it's Organized Noize and B
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You bitch, you already know the remainin
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Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it (nope)
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I got a cave bitch (white girl), she's a cheerleader (pom pom)
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I split a 12 with her (Miller Lite), she licked this here penis
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Snatched her from a ballplayer, that wasn't playin ball
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He paid for it all, but she wouldn't take it off (ha)
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So I'ma take it off his hands, I know you heard of that
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And I'ma murder that furry cat for a fact
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[Chorus - Bubba Sparxxx - 2X]
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I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge
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The Claremont Lounge, the Claremont Lounge
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And once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin down
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it's goin down, right now it's goin down
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[Verse 2 - Killer Mike]
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Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues (on vogues)
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In Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit a hoodrat ho (Mooney)
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She got three kids and about four goals (four goals)
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She serve her pop ex and fuck other hoes
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She used to fuck with this nigga named Tone, that was on
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Even frontin her the zones, 'til he died in born homes (*laughing*)
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he was killed by a young nigga creepin with the chrome
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Took the money out the trunk and like sixteen zones
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But fuck that, let's take it back to the 'lac
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Me and this batch laidback burnin purp sacks (okay)
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High as fuck, contemplatin million dollar plans (uh huh)
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She a million dollar bitch and I'ma million dollar man (million dollar man)
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Only thing missin is about a million dollars (what?)
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Sent her ass to the country with the work and a Impala
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I gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy down
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And I'll meet you in a week at the Claremont Lounge (yeah)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Cool Breeze]
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Hey look, I chillin in the lounge and this girl gonna walk in the bathroom
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She said damn you look cute, but why you ain't got no tattoos
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I said I didn't come to look cute, Cool came to cut (cut)
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And damn you look cute, why you ain't got no butt (butt, ooooo)
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Hey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed
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Cause I see this sucker checkin me, while I'm checkin the mix
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So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit
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Man you better be like G-Rock and "go and get that bitch" (go and get that bitch)
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I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back
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Man you ought to be ashamed to run your mouth like that
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This my house, don't tell me how to do my thing
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I don't like you, you really on my promotional team (ooooo)
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See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot
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See I could of got you a bitch at the video shoot
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But you to busy out here lookin cute tryna take your shirt off
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If we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned off
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[Chorus]
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Claremont Lounge
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Bubba Sparxxx |