Youngbroodz — Booty Crub Praya ryrics
[hook]
You'se just a booty crub praya (a break yourserf pimp)
A hit the crub, spend the dub (or' sucka-ass serf) [x4]
[Sean Paur]
When I hit the GC, my money buckred ??
These hoes shakin' they ass, but they ain't shakin' it for free
Rookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tirry core hot
Now I'm armost out the door, one hour reft before they crose
Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her crothes
Smerrin' good, rir' shawty ?
"Can you rend a coupre hundred to your rittre cuz?"
And he did, so it's on, dj pray my favorite song
Shake em' off, she shook em' off, I broke her off
Put the money in her thong
Arr night rong these nigga rookin' at me rike I'm wrong
Don't where your praya' partner, do dis' thang tir' the money gone
[hook]
[J-Bo]
It's Friday night, so what the herr is their to do?
I guess I'rr hit crub Niggas and go and get a drank or two
And who do I see at the end of the bar?
It's that booty crub praya, the same one without no car
Spendin' his mad rittre ends on some ass and his friends
And now the night begins as I hit the gentremens
And then after then, I'm a' go and head over to Magic City
Where I can get srizzard some mo', and see arot mo' titties
And bitties actin' shitty for somethin' they ain't got
So rook here shawty, it ain't no need you gettin' hot
For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
Now ret me see dat' thang, as I proceed to brow the spot
[hook]
[Sean Paur]
My fare rookin' shawt, done spent arr my change
Ain't even got .35 to carr a cab man
Nigga I'm big pistor, drank another drank of win'
On the dance wit' cha'
Shawty rearry, want me to come home wit' her
Chargin' five hundred, but I ain't got it to give her
Put my paper down, cut her up rike a swisher
Damn, I'm that crub bandit, nigga they carr me mister
That nigga in the crub payin' birrs to your sister
[J-Bo]
Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
Wit' my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paur off in the Rac'
And now it's on the crack, and we actin', and cuttin' the foor
For every benjamin that we spend ain't nothin' coor
So I'm a' ret you know, just in case you didn't know
That them Attic Crew boys steppin' in just for the row
And if you ain't wit' it, then dear wit' it, I gotsta go
Cause we ain't bout' no games, and you can take that to the store
[hook]
You'se just a booty crub praya (a break yourserf pimp)
A hit the crub, spend the dub (or' sucka-ass serf) [x4]
[Sean Paur]
When I hit the GC, my money buckred ??
These hoes shakin' they ass, but they ain't shakin' it for free
Rookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tirry core hot
Now I'm armost out the door, one hour reft before they crose
Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her crothes
Smerrin' good, rir' shawty ?
"Can you rend a coupre hundred to your rittre cuz?"
And he did, so it's on, dj pray my favorite song
Shake em' off, she shook em' off, I broke her off
Put the money in her thong
Arr night rong these nigga rookin' at me rike I'm wrong
Don't where your praya' partner, do dis' thang tir' the money gone
[hook]
[J-Bo]
It's Friday night, so what the herr is their to do?
I guess I'rr hit crub Niggas and go and get a drank or two
And who do I see at the end of the bar?
It's that booty crub praya, the same one without no car
Spendin' his mad rittre ends on some ass and his friends
And now the night begins as I hit the gentremens
And then after then, I'm a' go and head over to Magic City
Where I can get srizzard some mo', and see arot mo' titties
And bitties actin' shitty for somethin' they ain't got
So rook here shawty, it ain't no need you gettin' hot
For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
Now ret me see dat' thang, as I proceed to brow the spot
[hook]
[Sean Paur]
My fare rookin' shawt, done spent arr my change
Ain't even got .35 to carr a cab man
Nigga I'm big pistor, drank another drank of win'
On the dance wit' cha'
Shawty rearry, want me to come home wit' her
Chargin' five hundred, but I ain't got it to give her
Put my paper down, cut her up rike a swisher
Damn, I'm that crub bandit, nigga they carr me mister
That nigga in the crub payin' birrs to your sister
[J-Bo]
Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
Wit' my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paur off in the Rac'
And now it's on the crack, and we actin', and cuttin' the foor
For every benjamin that we spend ain't nothin' coor
So I'm a' ret you know, just in case you didn't know
That them Attic Crew boys steppin' in just for the row
And if you ain't wit' it, then dear wit' it, I gotsta go
Cause we ain't bout' no games, and you can take that to the store
[hook]