Bubba Sparxxx, Cool Breeze, Killer Mike - Claremont Lounge lyrics

[Bubba Sparxxx, Cool Breeze, Killer Mike - Claremont Lounge lyrics]

Haha, yeah it is I (it is I)
I don't know 'bout all that other shit
Can't call that
But beside this motherfucker right here
This motherfuckin boo
Hey that's me all day, all day
Twice on Sunday
Hey what I motherfuckin do I rap, I rap
Hey, what's happenin' goddammit
Get these pussies off me, will ya?
I love it, haha yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm fittin to meet this bitch
Up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge)
The money's low, but I dare not scrounge
(don't scrounge) 'Cause I'll be right back
(right back) and the money'll follow
It's cloudy today, it'll be sunny tomorrow
I promise (promise) , honest
Every week let's do some other shit
Liver than that other shit
Bitch I'm still the fuckin shit
I've got my publishing
(check) and my royalities (check)
Never lost loyalty
It's Organized Noize and B
You bitch, you already know the remainin
Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it (nope)
I got a cave bitch
(white girl) , she's a cheerleader (pom pom)
I split a 12 with her
(Miller Lite) , she licked this here penis
Snatched her from a ballplayer
That wasn't playin ball he paid for it all
But she wouldn't take it off (ha)
So I'ma take it off his hands
I know you heard of that
And I'ma murder that furry cat for a fact

I'm fittin to meet this bitch
Up at the Claremont Lounge
The Claremont Lounge, the Claremont Lounge
And once she get a whiff of this
Believe it's goin down
It's goin down, right now it's goin down

Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues
(on vogues)
In Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit a hoodrat ho
(Mooney)
She got three kids and about four goals
(four goals)
She serve her pop ex and fuck other hoes
She used to fuck with this nigga named Tone
That was on even frontin her the zones
'til he died in Bowen Homes (laughing)
He was killed by a young
Nigga creepin with the chrome
Took the money out the trunk
And like sixteen zones
But fuck that, let's take it back to the 'lac
Me and this batch laidback burnin purp sacks
(okay) high as fuck
Contemplatin million dollar plans (uh huh)
She a million dollar bitch and
I'ma million dollar man (million dollar man)
Only thing missin is about a million dollars
(what?) sent her ass to the country with
The work and an Impala
I gave her sixteen ounces and
Told her hold daddy down
And I'll meet you in a
Week at the Claremont Lounge (yeah)

Hey look, i chillin in the lounge and this
Girl gonna walk in the bathroom
She said damn you look cute
But why you ain't got no tattoos
I said I didn't come to look cute
Cool came to cut (cut)
And damn you look cute
Why you ain't got no butt (butt, ooooo)
Hey, walk back to my seat
I guess shorty felt dissed
Cause I see this sucker checkin me
While I'm checkin the mix
So I walk over to him
Bro I don't care who you wit
Man you better be like G-Rock and
"go and get that bitch"
(go and get that bitch)
I let Bubba security handle that
Step back to the back
Man you ought to be ashamed to
Run your mouth like that this my house
Don't tell me how to do my thing
I don't like you
You really on my promotional team (ooooo)
See you could of got a
Cameo at the video shoot
See I could of got you a
Bitch at the video shoot
But you to busy out here lookin
Cute tryna take your shirt off
If we was in a group
I'd have your microphone turned off

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