Bubba Sparxxx - Claremont Lounge Lyrics
(feat. Killer Mike, Cool Breeze)[intro - Bubba Sparxxx]Haha, YeahIt Is I (it Is I)I Don't Know 'bout All That Other Shit, Can't Call ThatBut Beside This Mother*****er Right HereThis Mother*****in BooHey That's Me All Day, All Day, Twice On SundayHey What I Mother*****in Do I Rap, I RapHey, What's HappeninGod DammitGet These Pussies Off Me, Will Ya?I Love It, HahaYeah, Yeah, Yeah[verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]I'm Fittin To Meet This ***** 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 FollowIt's Cloudy Today, It'll Be Sunny TomorrowI Promise (promise), Honest, Every Week Let's Do Some Other ShitLiver Than That Other Shit, ***** I'm Still The *****in ShitI've Got My Publishing (check) And My Royalities (check)Never Lost Loyalty, It's Organized Noize And BYou *****, You Already Know The RemaininLet Us Jealousy, I Don't Entertain It (nope)I Got A Cave ***** (white Girl), She's A Cheerleader (pom Pom)I Split A 12 With Her (miller Lite), She Licked This Here PenisSnatched Her From A Ballplayer, That Wasn't Playin BallHe 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 ThatAnd I'ma Murder That Furry Cat For A Fact[chorus - Bubba Sparxxx - 2x]I'm Fittin To Meet This ***** 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[verse 2 - Killer Mike]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 ***** Other HoesShe Used To ***** With This Nigga Named Tone, That Was OnEven Frontin Her The Zones, 'til He Died In Born Homes (*laughing*)He Was Killed By A Young Nigga Creepin With The ChromeTook The Money Out The Trunk And Like Sixteen ZonesBut ***** That, Let's Take It Back To The 'lacMe And This Batch Laidback Burnin Purp Sacks (okay)High As *****, Contemplatin Million Dollar Plans (uh Huh)She A Million Dollar ***** 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 A ImpalaI Gave Her Sixteen Ounces And Told Her Hold Daddy DownAnd I'll Meet You In A Week At The Claremont Lounge (yeah)[chorus][verse 3 - Cool Breeze]Hey 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 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 DissedCause 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 *****" (go And Get That *****)I 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 Team (ooooo)See You Could Of Got A Cameo At The Video ShootSee I Could Of Got You A ***** 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 Off[chorus]
