Chiddy Bang - Opposite of Adults lyrics
[Chiddy Bang - Opposite of Adults lyrics]
Fresh kid Z, fresh kid C (Yes, sir)
Fresh kid P, fresh kid T (Oh yeah, we back)
Oh, and Xaphoon, by the way (yeah, Jones)
Yeah, Chiddy Bang and we pretty much amazing
(Can we hear your new song, please,?)
I got you
Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
Mo' money, mo' problems
When I get it I'ma pile it up
Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow
Everybody get their style from us
Ayo, I once was a kid
With the other little kids
Now I'm rippin' up shows and them
Fans going wild with us
Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party
Remember you was a kid
Reminisce days of the innocence
Now it's Chiddy Bang, google me the images
Follow me, follow me, I'm the leader
And when I park cars
I don't pay for the meter
I remember I was younger
As a kid it was the best
I used touch to on all
The pretty girls at recess
I'm at my peak, yes, I won't leave yet
Serial style, cereal aisle, I need Chex
I can make these rappers run
Like a hard drill
Rock band, show you how the guitar feel
And I could care less how y'all feel
I got the flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel
This is that good "Just puff it and relax
Bro" and you can get it free
Don't worry about the tax though
And Xaphoon, thank you for the crack
But, I play a Ron Burgundy
I anchor on the track like that
Can I please, get a little bit of knowledge?
Somebody tell Roth that I don't love college
'Cause the real world's kinda like Real World
And it's drama, so you are Svetlana
And I'm just a rhymer, swimming in the water
Tryna dodge the piranhas and fly to Bahamas
Pretty little momma, Chiddy in the spot
Where you at
Pretty lady? Show me what you got
They say, "Why you rapping for the kids for?"
I say, "My clothes come fitted
The Lids store"
This summer you can catch me on a big tour
I'm high grade
I think they need to quiz more
And let me get wit' ya
Don't let the kid hit ya
I'm the photo album Voletta has, big picture
The rule is, the dude is
So up, so Chuck, I'm a cool kid
Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
Mo' money, mo' problems
When I get it I'ma pile it up
Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow
Everybody get their style from us
Ayo, I once was a kid
With the other little kids
Now I'm rippin' up shows and them
Fans going wild with us
Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party
I'm never growin' up
Fresh kid P, fresh kid T (Oh yeah, we back)
Oh, and Xaphoon, by the way (yeah, Jones)
Yeah, Chiddy Bang and we pretty much amazing
(Can we hear your new song, please,?)
I got you
Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
Mo' money, mo' problems
When I get it I'ma pile it up
Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow
Everybody get their style from us
Ayo, I once was a kid
With the other little kids
Now I'm rippin' up shows and them
Fans going wild with us
Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party
Remember you was a kid
Reminisce days of the innocence
Now it's Chiddy Bang, google me the images
Follow me, follow me, I'm the leader
And when I park cars
I don't pay for the meter
I remember I was younger
As a kid it was the best
I used touch to on all
The pretty girls at recess
I'm at my peak, yes, I won't leave yet
Serial style, cereal aisle, I need Chex
I can make these rappers run
Like a hard drill
Rock band, show you how the guitar feel
And I could care less how y'all feel
I got the flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel
This is that good "Just puff it and relax
Bro" and you can get it free
Don't worry about the tax though
And Xaphoon, thank you for the crack
But, I play a Ron Burgundy
I anchor on the track like that
Can I please, get a little bit of knowledge?
Somebody tell Roth that I don't love college
'Cause the real world's kinda like Real World
And it's drama, so you are Svetlana
And I'm just a rhymer, swimming in the water
Tryna dodge the piranhas and fly to Bahamas
Pretty little momma, Chiddy in the spot
Where you at
Pretty lady? Show me what you got
They say, "Why you rapping for the kids for?"
I say, "My clothes come fitted
The Lids store"
This summer you can catch me on a big tour
I'm high grade
I think they need to quiz more
And let me get wit' ya
Don't let the kid hit ya
I'm the photo album Voletta has, big picture
The rule is, the dude is
So up, so Chuck, I'm a cool kid
Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
Mo' money, mo' problems
When I get it I'ma pile it up
Now I'm dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
So fresh how we flow
Everybody get their style from us
Ayo, I once was a kid
With the other little kids
Now I'm rippin' up shows and them
Fans going wild with us
Tell Mommy I'm sorry, this life is a party
I'm never growin' up