Asher Roth, Brain Bangley, Boyder - Cumbaya lyrics

Yo I'm keeping it a hundo
I be wearing Umbro's
Tell my girl, yo, I ain't gonna come home
Yo I'm keeping it a hundo
I be wearing Umbro's
Tell my girl, yo, I ain't gonna come home
Yo I'm keeping it a hundo
I be wearing Umbro's
Tell my girl, yo, I ain't gonna come home
Where I'm from, is a very small town

Yo I'm keeping it a hundo
I be wearing Umbro's
Tell my girl, yo, I ain't gonna come home
Where I'm from, is a very small town
And when I come home everybody call now
But them fake dudes get called out
Meet real friends at the bar for a tall stout
Y'all be all washed up
Y'all should all watch us
Walk down the street
Everybody "Oh my gosh" us
Y'all a bunch of hooligans
I be wearing Dockers
Y'all staring at me, I'm staring at knockers
Getting all bonkers know all the bartenders
They putting double shots all
Up in they blenders
Cuttin' up the dance floor, know all the DJ's
They putting my name in every song he plays
(Boyder)
Bring home a girl, tell my mom it's cool
I'll kick her out ma' when
You leave for school
When I was in a dorm do this shit all day
Telling funny stories, pissing off the RA
Now I'm in a ho' pissin' off balcony
Can't find the clicker so
I'm watching Valkyrie
I remember when, oh shit, I forgot
I be exposed to second hand pot
First hand on her butt, but she kinda fat
But, I'm kinda drunk so I don't even care
I don't say "No, " I say "Nah"
Take off her pants and I sling shot bra
Sling big shot, yo I grew up with Schaub
17 mill alone this year, hot
Kick out your girl, mmm, hi ya
Brain got that fire, cumbaya


My favorite thing when I get a day off
Is lay in my bed and play with my balls
Jerk off, bathe in soap
Watch Law and Order with an 8th of coke
Just kidding, hope you can take a joke
Too busy with the biddies
Too giddy for the blow
Affinity for women, I really love the hoes
Yeah, I hope that you open
Up 'cause here it goes
I'm a low profiler and go to no 9 to
5 because the job of mine is straight rhyming
Got no time for lies, I hate dramaties
A soap opera type but don't try me (Nah)
You get beat up thinking you could touch us
Got a big dog if you little known
Feel free if you wanna see eyes closed
Gotta ride low, models in my iPhone
Showing me their bones that I
Only give a 5 on (That's a five)
Not even a might though
Only like those who the brightest
Of the light poles
Front row's looking alright though
Boyd go get her, tell her
She can spend the night, oh
Five friends? Hope none of them is psycho
Drinking all the liquor mean someone
Is gonna fight yo
Mic phone, fuck was all the hype for?
Got flow but he ain't even nice though
Yeah right fool, hoarder of the tight tool
Voted most likely to drop out of high school
I light poles
All natural? Nah, that chick had lipo
I don't give a shit as long as it fit right
So finish with the hit
She be walking like a tightrope
Yeah right, yo
Enough with all the high hopes
How is being home arguing with your wife
Bro? "It was fine, had meatloaf to dine on
With a glass of wine, fell asleep after Idol"
(Woah)
Settle down, now you're getting too old
Either that or you're getting too old
My dad says things like "Ash
You should grow and become the man
Your mother and I know of"
Nah yo, titties for life
I be licking on the nipple
I be making it rise
Yeah, I think I'll lick a nipple
For the rest of my life
But, if I'm licking too much nipple
Do you think that I'll die?
I'll take my chances, national advancement
Of every motherfuckin' big ole
Titty in the planet spanish mama, cómo estás