On Yo Shit lyrics - Cali Swag District (feat. Teefli)
Excuse all ma liquor! (tell yo bitch it’s swish)
Tell em dat I’m glad I met ya
And you creased, drinking these bottles getting fucked up with me
Girl move your body, shake summin'
You know how to dance for this money (ha)
You can take the hoe out the hood
But you can’t take the hood out the hoe
Ya-ya ya body got it’s own language, yeah it talks to me
Little 88 1 no floss, red bottoms no dress, no drawers
Good head don’t even need makeup, take pics for the instagram when she wake up
Hit the gym she gettin thick them bitches slim
She motivated she balling out, I bought her rim
She in school but street smart that’s the best part
There’s no feelings you can’t break or broke her
She independent, need no nigga no bs (no)
I eat the pussy I play wid it no recess
She can do what she wanna do no request
She’ll kill the club she’ll kill a fish she’ll kill a bitch
[Chorus:]
Honey I never met nobody like you (like you)
Never seen nobody do a dude like what you do
I need you, on yo shit, on yo shit, on yo shit
On yo shit, on yo shit, on yo shit
Man that pussy wet I'ma swim swim in it (swim in it)
Movin on em nigga side I'ma live in it (live in it)
Oh God that feel good but I'ma sin in it
Bust-bust twice like I fuck and had twins in it
Then go to sleep like 40 girls I’m still in it
Oh shit but then that bitch is still with it
Smashed a homie but Lord she can still get it
Still messing with her like a little tittie
Two chairs pull low with the ceiling missing
You live for your girl she will never listen
She on em like girl what you said doe
You the shit but I’ll fuck em just sayin doe
[Chorus]
Honey say she want a young nigga (young nigga)
Fine, flashy, ain’t lookin fo no bum nigga
Dumb nigga I hit it I make it come quicker
Run nigga, dis dick a make ya run nigga (ha!)
Like a track meet, she too good to let me hit it in d backseat (in d backseat)
Dats weak, she told me she ain’t dat cheap (dat chaep)
I took her to her own spot an got it crackin (turn up)
She on her shit like she 40 when she see a nigga I’ll betta act like she know me
She jus fuckin friends I’m not yo bro or yo homie
You on yo shit but you on me
[Chorus]
You can take d hoe out d hood but you can’t take d hood out d hoe
Ya-ya ya body got it’s own language, yea it talks to me
You can take d hoe out d hood but you can’t take d hood out d hoe
Ya-ya ya body got it’s own language, yea it talks to me
Honey I never met nobody like you (like you)
Never seen nobody do a dude like what you do
I need you, on yo shit, on yo shit, on yo shit
On yo shit, on yo shit, on yo shit
I need you, on yo shit, on yo shit, on yo shit
On yo shit, on yo shit, on yo shit
I need you, on yo shit, on yo shit, on yo shit
On yo shit, on yo shit, on yo shit
We Out Here lyrics - Cali Swag District (feat. Waka Flocka, Skeme, Young Hootie, AD)
Niggas got dis an dat to say (adrian swish)
Who me? They talkin bout you smooth (who me)
Niggas be runnin they mouth like news crews
I got bitches, gettin hits like blues clues
We just tryna figure out now what we gon’ do to em
It’s no stressin ova dumb niggas stackin on they deficit high
Just so I can look down on you bum niggas
I’ll neva run nigga or hold ma tongue bitch
Hit a bitch, get a bitch, sprung quick I’m done wid it
We out here, nigga! you not here nigga
You lookin fo’ backup, betta back up nigga
Got some burnt out niggas that’ll act up nigga
Bottles come heavyweight, an dese sucka niggas they hatin
[Chorus:]
I ain't trippin or anything, not stressed or bipolar, all I’m worried bout is paper
I’m in d fast lane, headin to d doe, what you sittin fo’ let a nigga know
Yea homie we be out till dawn (get doe! get doe!)
Yea homie we be out till dawn (get doe! get doe!)
Here I go, ain’t turnin down nuttin! (nuttin)
Got ma dallaz up so dese niggas steady fussin
Need you some bitch? (what), actin like a rachet we know you see him hit it wid a ratchet
Now instagram that mothafucka! (mothafucka!)
Think you rich wid a rag mothafucka! (mothafucka!)
I spend that much on a tab mothafucka! (mothafucka!)
We gettin money where it’s at mothafucka! (mothafucka!)
Out here, you gotta be concrete, soft niggas don’t want beef
You got d big money don’t talk cheap
D homie pass fo’ some rags on d back street
I run a bitch like a athlete, she say she love me I say that’s deep (ha!)
I’m out here like all week! Watch me get it like I’m off beat
[Chorus]
Molly’s on her tongue (tongue), hundreds on the floor (floor)
A box sayin hot chains sayin here I go
Got d money in ma robbins I be gettin fanmail
You can’t fuck wit me! I can’t fuck wit ma damn self
(Is she yo wifey?) But she mine at the function
Maa chain insomniac, you neva see it tucked in
Watch loaded and I’m owned it nigga!
Take a nigga shine, what you gon’ do nigga! (swish)
Woo! Here I go!
Nigga say they puttin work in every year they don’t
Be d same mothafuckaz every year they broke
You can bet yo last dolla every year I go, where d mina?!
Dese comptowns can’t be speak my name 2 gs to get you
No PR they go only ER, boy rap niggas ain’t wit you
Ain’t bout dat life, ain’t seen no war, don’t want no issues
Ain’t shinin no hoes, I be crying up dem hoes keep throwin tissues
[Chorus]
Make It Go Up lyrics - Cali Swag District (feat. Charley Hood)
[Chorus:]
A few more mollies and I make it go up
A few more bottles and I make it go up
A few more bitches and I make it go up
Jay got it crackin so make it go up
Go! make it go up [x4]
Hey!
Make it go up
Go! make it go up [x3]
Make it go up, yo bitch chose up
Niggas stay watchin but we like so what
We do donuts in front d club then come in d club an make it go up
Cup after cup blunt after blunt, bitches bring bitches, big butt after butt
Ma niggas in dis bitch geeked up no glasses, we all about d paper no plastic
Hoes see dese young niggas turnt so they askin
Fresh all d time they be thinkin how we passive
Stuntin like magic, ta-da, voilà
Can’t fuck a dime bitch cause I’m all about d dolla
Twenty hoes folla, they all thirst no wata!
She all d V.I.P off Ciroc, all dat money, make a broke bitch hoe up
Start throwin it, an make a bitch go up (ha!)
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be old (I don’t wanna be old)
Wanna live forever (wanna live forever)
But we all go cold, so we on one
I fuck wit Miley (Miley), I fuck wit Mary Jane (Jane)
D homies on d cane pullin up in d Range
Yea we out stupid (stupid) thicker than thick (eh)
Chain big like shrine you ain’t fuckin wit ma clique
Yea it’s like ba bang, but I’m Cali swaggin
Got molly, got swishes, got bitches, got magnets
Ma niggas is crazy you know we got action
You trippin an I’m trippin nigga we can get it crackin
I be on ma bullshit, on fly shit, on d Glock nigga wit d shotty in ma closet
I like shoe boxes (boxes), not deposits
An I’m a real nigga bitch make dat pussy get to poppin
[Chorus]
We on d top floor so I make her go up
D money on the floor so d potion go up
There’s hoes ova here, who hope you show up
When I step inside d party all d bitches go nuts
She heard ma song an it made her go up
Chokin on ma dick an it made her throw up
I said wash yo hands then I made her roll up
Hey bitch if you cheap you won’t feel like so-sapp
Red bottom, red dress, lookin devilish
I come through too fresh like a peppermint
I need pussy scary hoes aren’t relevant
Tell em kick rocks, keep pushin, keep pedallin
She said her name Evelyn, suck like a peppermint
Tell her to jacket ain’t talkin bout leather man
She eat dat shit gladly, bitch called me daddy
Said she in Chelsea man she get nasty
[Chorus]
Skit 1 lyrics - Cali Swag District
[Woman talking:]
There is really bad [?]
Where you don’t mind that all day
Never want get up
You don’t want to eat anything
Or you don’t want drink
You just like sit there and like just think
But you don’t want to talk to anyone…
Pill Head lyrics - Cali Swag District (feat. Nipsey Hussle)
[Chorus:]
She ain’t a stripper she just hit d club an get drunk
D hoochie special way bro I’m talkin real dunk
She ain’t a stripper she just hit d club an get drunk [x2]
Dat bitch a pill head
Pill head
Dat bitch a pill head
She get ill head, I mean she pill head, she act brain dead
She lost her body nigga, poppin mollies nigga
I’m on deck so dese bitches always find me nigga
Dese niggas handcuffed ma niggas all fucked
D bitch is too much so I never trust
D bitch is still drunk, she still turnt up
Called d medic for her friend she ain’t learn nuttin
Ma niggas an she still dere, poppin pill man she rollin like d wheelchair
It got her fucked up, she lookin fucked up
An she knows so cover it wit makeup
That shit is still wid it, I mean it’s caked up
She was gettin money, she was caked up
But I’m d bill man, never give a fuck
Tell all em bitches that’s poppin I tell em good luck (ha!)
[Chorus]
She like daddy where d pills at, ova here where it’s real at
I think her booty gettin small but it’s still fat
She suck dick fo’ a molly, yea a real rat
She on IG, she got her titties out
All d homies tryna see what she’s really bout
She bout that life, you know that life
Suck, fuck real quick on d first night
Yea she turnt up, yea dat pill like magic
Shit kick in she get rachet
Wit her friends, hella bandz, pop two mollies every weekend
She take a pole class she really do tricks
Follow all a dese bitches wid a blueprint
Bitch get used like a pool stick
She got a older brother an he keep a full clip
She a trip
[Chorus]
Wit dem little legs, reach in her pocket she got a little bread
But she got pills tho, she off dem heels tho
An she got one nigga she go really kill fo’
An she don’t like bitches but she got home girls
They all pop pills, they be in they own world
An they be loud as fuck, wife beaters an check
They be out in d street poppin dat ass in d truck
They did Brad now they lookin fo’ OJ
She pin a lil nigga looks summin like OJ
I’m rollin up d grass feelin nuttin like Jose
She off dat pill still drinkin dat Hozay
Cause she used to it she ain’t new to it (no)
Shit ain’t easy nigga you do it
She pop one she go pop two
She fucked him now she fucked you (ha!)
Bitch!
[Chorus x2]
All My Bitches Is Bad lyrics - Cali Swag District
All my bitches is bad, all my-all my bitches is bad [x4]
Ooh that’s what money buy?
Ooh that’s what money do?
All my nigga cashing out on the foreign coupes
Got this bitches eating pussy like it’s honey dew
Young niggas is killing niggas what’s the world coming to
My nigga disco on a beat an he drummin too
I’m the type a nigga a take a bitch in front a you
Like a ATM I keep money coming through
Like an all girls school bitches coming through
I got the weed after this
So I’m double cuff flyin overseas where that show money double up
I fucking foreign bitches an I’m touring nigga
I blow a hundred swishes til the morning nigga
I-I-I’m getting money like a mothafuckin cashier
Lil nigga you ain’t had dat money last year
Bay nigga you ain’t gettin paid nigga
Kill yoself 6 feet put you in d ground nigga
All my bitches is bad, all my-all my bitches is bad [x4]
Ooh that’s what money do?
You say my nigga’s gettin money right in front a you
Fall in love wid a rachet, that’s what dummies do
All my bitches is bad, an they comin through
Th-th-that’s what d money do don’t it
Niggas act like they want it but won’t do nothin for it
Ma niggas eating no porridge, niggas got Beemers an Porsches
An dat’s since Camaros, ‘91 in em bitches and we don’t fuck wit valero
No captain save em no heroes, I get ma Robert De Niro
(swish) An ma mic to d tido, ma dick too big fo’ a speedo
I get em bitches ma nigga, got ma riches ma nigga
Got yo bitch in there cookin an washin dishes ma nigga
You can’t be smooth like that, your bitch is cool like that
It was jus temporary you get yo boo right back
An while she choose like that, that’s what the money do right
An you go wife dat bitch, you bout dat honeymoon life
I crack a bitch like a whip, might kick a bitch out ma whip
Just to show em my kicks, like these shit got some grip
Ima ima hop in dat 7 an you go hop in dat 6
Ima pull out dis 5 an pop a 4 in dat bitch
All my bitches is bad, all my-all my bitches is bad [x4]
Ooh that’s what money do?
You say my nigga’s gettin money right in front a you
Fall in love wid a rachet, that’s what dummies do
All my bitches is bad, an they comin through
Young nigga, phone call wippa
Move out d way when you see sem lights flicka
Young star ain’t talkin bout dippa
Make d pussy wet like a island on skippa
Bitch actin boujie I ain’t tryin no discrepancy
Fucking for some bread and she’s shaking that like
Hey, hey that’s what money do?
If I keep this money comin they be comin too
But really I’m like I ain’t feellin none a you
Cuz this money got me feeling like it another dude
Cocky man I use to be a humble dude
Now all these bitches want me cuz ma chain hang
I’m just fucking then I’m gone we call it gang game
Now me an ma niggas out here on the same thing
Countin all d traffic then we switch lanes money making young just switch names
All my bitches is bad, all my-all my bitches is bad [x4]
Ooh that’s what money do?
You say my nigga’s gettin money right in front a you
Fall in love wid a rachet, that’s what dummies do
All my bitches is bad, an they comin through
All my bitches is bad, all my-all my bitches is bad [x8]
Ooh that’s what money do?
Freakin' You lyrics - Cali Swag District (feat. Tank)
I wanna freak you [x2]
I think about, think about
I wanna freak you [x2]
Ooh yea, ooh yea
I wanna freak you
It’s lookin like it’s bout to go down (down)
I'm killing hair an makeup
Girl I’m a pro when I go down (down)
An even though you cake up (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
When we turn up girl I wanna hear you scream (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Everything that’s been on ma mind ima let you see (yea)
[Chorus:]
What must I say, what must I do
To show how much I think about freakin you
I think about it, think about it
I think about freakin you
(Smooth)
I think about it, think about it
I think about freakin you
From your toe to your head
From the door to the bed
I wanna kiss and lick all over your body, jus prob’ly
If you let me I use that ice like gretzky
Get her so wet like jet ski
Dem tittie bitches ma pet peeve
Look she turning up and I take it down
Now I roll it up and she break it down
I hit it hard and she make a sound
I like you like I play around
I beat it hard, jam or d whip
It's low key that’s kink a sneak
I’m faded stay super geek, that bitch bad straight super freak
[Chorus]
Ok she need that and I proceeded
Let me ease your mind these seats recline so pull your seat back
Kick off dem red bottoms, she put dem legs on em
Got dat ass on lock got dat ass on lock
I put dem dreads on her (on her)
I put dem paws on her (on her)
She ain't got no drawers on her (on her)
She bad I should probably call d law on her
For certain I’m buckled to her mayne
Not thinkin bout her man she’s so wet
I’m surfin so
[Chorus]
What do I gota say
How do I gotta prove it
Let's make a hit record, our body's making music
Let's be one and the same
Girl I can feel your pain
I know that's something missing
I can fill in the blank
I'm drinking what you drank
I’m lovin how we vibe
Don't worry bout the bank
Keep money stuffed inside
And that's how I really feel
You know that nigga don't
I’m just tryna keep it real
An you know that nigga won't, won’t play with it (play with it)
An I’m facin ma bed
For me and you did just lay in it (lay in it)
I'm that type of nigga that wanna work it out
I’ll stay fitted (I’ll stay fitted)
If it's meant to be then you’re stuck wit me
I’ll stand with it (I’ll stand with it)
You can get it
(Swish)
[Chorus]
Right Now lyrics - Cali Swag District
Crazy man
3rd
Look, right now, right now, right now nigga
Only thing on ma mind is get money right now
I ain’t tryna fall in love, baby right now
Pull up to d club holding hoes right now (skiiirt!)
I got all ma niggas wit me ridin rovers right now
It’s too much money changin life right now
Goin overseas bookin flights right now
I’m d plumber she know I can lay d pipe right now
One of ma niggas need some money, shoot some dice right now
If you play yo hand up, y’all go fight right now
A lil bitch fed up so she leavin right now
I tell her sy oda pull up she go do right now (skiiirt!)
Look at d otha nigga comin right now
An all d real niggas on d block right now
We ain’t have nowhere to be we can smoke right now
It’s time to get dis money can’t joke right now
[Chorus:]
All d money in d world tryna get it right now
All dese girls in d world I’m tryna see em right now
All dem foreigns in d world I’m tryna drive em right now
All d weed on d earth I’m tryna smoke it right now (smoke it)
Right now! huh, right now!
All dese whips in d world I’m tryna drive em right now
All d money in d world tryna get it right now
All dese girls in d world I’m tryna see em right now
Everybody doin some’n cause we workin right now
Alot a energy it’s Sunday so twerk now
I got yo info and I see ya profile
Ah gee, got dese hoes tryna pull em right now (right now!)
Tryna fuck wit ma ex right now
Like a note to d money, clock set right now (ok)
Man Cali gonna write a check right now
Inglewood niggas on d rich right now
All the D&G girls take a breath right now
Ten four inch pull ups in yo tights right now
Lick her on her neck she gettin wet right now
Put a molly in her water, she be sweatin no towel
Niggas killin niggas, babies dying right now
It’s a crazy world that we live in right now
I’m chillin when I’m old I’m gettin money right now
Right now (right now), right now (right now)
Ugh!
[Chorus]
Smoke an doublin ma cup I’m gettin high right now
Got a sweat suit on but I’m fly right now
Grab a bad bitch tell her come right now
Gettin money on ma own I won’t sign right now
Flossin everyday you in line right now
Talk about money I’m gettin mine right now
Hit a bunch of rooms, doin signs right now
An shoot d whole place up, Columbine right now
Jump in our whips, seats recline right now
Tell a bitch give me head, lose yo mind right now
Right now! right now, right now
All dis pussy in the wind I’m tryna hit it right now (right now!)
Yow! It’s all about dat money right now
Niggas been workin hard tryna change their lifestyle
Been humble all ma life I’m turnin cocky right now
Niggas still tryna fade I’ll be rocky right now
Right now befo’ I fight lay a nigga right down
Lil nigga still blowin smoke tell him pipe down
Beat a bitch pussy up so she call me Ike now
Got homies in d pits and they kajj right now
You a nigga an a bitch you a dyke right now
Told d bitch that I can change yo life right now
Right now! I can change yo life right now
Now comin round a nigga like a fuckin bike now
Right now! Ri-right now
All dese whips in d world I’m tryna drive em right now
All d money in d world tryna get it right now
All dese girls in d world I’m tryna see em right now
Right now!
(Swish, swish,swish, swish)
Skit 2 lyrics - Cali Swag District
[Woman 1:] I’m sick of this glance
[Woman 2:] What happened?
[Woman 1:] [?]
[Woman 2:] Coby you’re trippin’ you know you can’t keep no nigga working up in here
[Woman 1:] Why is that?
[Woman 2:] You know why, don’t nobody want to turn a hoe into a housewife
I’m not calling you a hoe, okay? But it’s not about what you are it’s about what they think you are.
What their friends and their mommas think and you know everybody got something to say
[Woman 1:] That’s what I’m talking about, everybody got something to say.
People in school got something to say, my family got something to say
[Woman 2:] Hold on, you don’t quit school all right?
You finish up school and you graduate, they gonna kissing your ass when you’re through. Fuck what everybody has to say
I Ain't Mad At Ya lyrics - Cali Swag District
I’m doin this fo’ all d pretty girls
I ain’t mad at ya
I ain’t mad at ya (who gettin dat money)
See us niggas, low key we luh dat shit (Luh dat shit girl)
We won’t eva need a bitch (haha)
Don’t get it fucked up but we respect y’all (Yea!)
[Chorus:]
Shorty superbad, she great as fuck
An all dese other bitches, they always mad at her
But girl I ain’t mad at ya, girl I ain’t mad at ya
I ain’t mad at ya, girl I ain’t mad at ya
She get dat money, she gotta feed her kids
An all dese nosey bitches, they always in her beez
I ain’t mad at ya, girl I ain’t mad at ya [x2]
(Swish)
Mad at you, like what for
You wanna dance wit no top, on top let’s go! (let’s go)
Fuck ya if dem titties big, fuck yea dem titties big
Come put em on dis city kid like ugh!
Thick thighs wit em tattoos
Your hair done an your nails did
Dat Prada bag got stacks too
Your ass clap an you all dat
Bought mama’s house an got it all back
Dem lame niggas gonna fall back
Cause you do what you gotta do to get dis money
Gettin every dollar gotta raise your shorty
Yea dese bitches mad you bout to get you a Ferrari
When you come out to d party you be dancin at the parties
Got a bad body an you wanna strip do it
D way you move dat body make a nigga wanna lose it
You neva went to college but always been smart
An d bitches gon’ hate cause you do it wit yo heart
[Chorus]
Miss independent, I say you got it spend it
You gettin dat money, oh I love dem women
See I ain’t mad at ya, dese bitches tryna catch ya
You don’t ask soft she throw it back at ya
So shorty go to work, she really go to work
She drop dat ass down I watch her booty curve
She shakin fo’ dat butter filling up her Louis purse
Ain’t fuckin every nigga she gettin dat money first
Yea shorty handle beez, ain’t got time for
Business about her kids, dat’s what she workin for
Do what you gotta do to get dis money
Gettin every dollar gotta raise your shorty
Yea dese bitches mad you bout to get you a Ferrari
When you come out to d party you be dancin at the parties
[Chorus]
Dang girl!
Do ya thang, do ya thang, do ya thang girl [x3]
Cause I ain’t mad at ya, girl I ain’t mad at ya
I ain’t mad at ya, girl I ain’t mad at ya
I ain’t mad at ya, girl I ain’t mad at ya (ha!)
Fly Shit lyrics - Cali Swag District
All ma niggas on dat fly shit
We don’t talk about it, we do it
[Chorus:]
I feel like I got wings wit dis fly shit
Everything designer on some fly shit (ah!)
All ma whips foreign on some fly shit (yea!)
All d niggas wit me on some fly shit
Fly shit, fly shit
Everything I do on dat fly shit
Fly shit, fly shit
Everything I do on dat fly shit
You think you d man when you see fly shit (fly shit)
You just talk about it I go buy shit (buy shit)
I’m gettin to d money we should try shit (try shit)
All ma niggas gangstas an they flock shit
They whippin an they roamin they go pop shit (pop shit)
Whistles in d air an they knockin (pa!)
Knockin (pa!), kno-knockin (pa!)
I hear em talkin bout me change your topic (ah!)
Pull up to d scene in ma drop shit (drop shit)
I think she look better when she topless (yea!)
Fly shit, fly shit
I think she look better when she topless
It’s money over bitches, there’s no option (option)
It’s money over bitches, there’s no option (option)
Jus make dese niggas pay like d auction (ah!)
Fly shit, on some fly shit
[Chorus]
I feel like I was made fo’ dis fly shit
Cause I be gettin paid fo’ dis fly shit
I can’t fuck wit bitches on some shy shit
I need a fly bitch, who don’t stand in line bitch
Everything I got nigga dats my shit
They tell me “take a break” I say “stop it”
Never cuff a bitch but I cop shit
I got dat sting nigga to some drop shit
Niggas want d fetti we could box bitch
But not inside d club, I’m on ma fly shit
Dat homie got a ill on some life shit
D nigga dat he hit didn’t die shit
So I gotta stay up on ma fly shit
Den hopefully tonight I pull up bye bitch
I feed her straight game tell some lie shit
Den bring her to d house to meet my bitch
[Chorus]
Fly shit when I buy shit
I’m swagged up wit ma side bitch
Foreign whips at d business door
I got a new plug no extension cord
I live d fast life like d aventador
Don’t offend me at d Fendi store (ha!)
I break a bitch, I bend a whore
I spend money like Weatherford
Ugh, fly shit (fly shit), on some fly shit (on some fly shit)
She like dude I jus see you on some fly shit (on some fly shit)
Fly shit (fly shit), on some fly shit (on some fly shit)
If d homie get d sparkin he go dodge it
We ain’t playin no games fo’ d rat beef
On some fly shit ballin like a athlete
Me an Smith runnin chicks like a track meet
You might see me in a foreign on a back street
Pull up dat bitch on some fly shit (on some fly shit)
Loyal to ma niggas never try shit (never try shit)
Cash or d credit I can buy shit (buy shit)
On some fly shit, nigga on some fly shit (ugh!)
[Chorus]
Skit 3 lyrics - Cali Swag District
Wrong dude, last thing you want is nobody at yo fucking house
The more the word gets around the more likely these chicks are gonna show up at our party
Watch and learn how Captain Big Dick does it
Party Like An Animal Main lyrics - Cali Swag District
[Chorus:]
We don’t need a real reason (hey! we gonna get fucked up)
All I need is my good friends (hey! somebody fill ma cup)
Get on d ooh-ooh, get on d ooh-ooh-ooh
Hey! We gonna get fucked up!
Get on d ooh-ooh, get on d ooh-ooh-ooh
Hey! somebody fill ma cup!
Okay pop a bottle drink some mo’
Take a shot befo’ you go
Hit d sling roun d ball
Falling out geronimo
Party like an animal, if you drink then let it show
Molly make you proud an bold, let d fuckin speakers blow
Cause we don’t need no real reason, so everybody turn up
We got trees but different seasons, so everybody burn up
Hey! Oh! Don’t you know! grab yourself anotha one, all ma people havin fun
Hey! Oh! Don’t you know! Take another shot before you go
Party like an animal
[Chorus]
Ugh! In a world of our own
We jus tryna get fucked up, got a blunt an patrone
We don’t need a reason but we gon’ do it fo’ fun
Call d baddest bitches up an jus tell em come on
Got a chick on ma side an one in ma lap
Rollin d kush she jus throw me d match
Neva could picture me livin like that
Got ma way with dese women will neva detach
Under d blunt they cut back d cup
Somebody tell em enough was enough
We livin d life so we turnin it up
Smokin an drinkin we throwin it up
[Chorus]
Where’s ma car dude (dude)
We need mo’ booze (booze)
I know she eyeing me, don’t need no mo’ clues
I’m tryna get it poppin (poppin) an then jus cruise
I’m tryna bend her over, an I won’t lose
An I don’t have a cup (cup), I’m drinkin from d bottle
She on her instagram, she tryna get a follow
She sweeter than d swish that Ima play an dog lick it
An I roll out dat extendo while her drawers are burnin quicker
Keep drinkin don’t throw up
Tryna get in you gotta know us
Break it down, pass it around, baby smoke up
Kush too loud ladies do how we finna go up, when everybody show up
[Chorus]
Shake Somethin' lyrics - Cali Swag District (feat. Problem & Tiffany Foxx Mastered)
Turn up king, bad bitch dream
Ring a bitch bell with this ding-a-ling-a-ling
Balling on my team, all day trap
Hit em bad, they hopin I leave my kids there like a day camp
(Huh) shinin brighter than a big lamp
We-we-we loud like let's hit up to a big amp
Blowin in yo face, put my heavy weight ace
Ride me down, slap me round, that pussy like a race
Shawty like Snoop, mur-mur-murder was the case though
Little caliente, nina with my pesos
Gun by the caseload, die fo’ I change hoes
Racks on racks, all stacks shit came for
We can get it like we do
If you getting money then yell "me too"
Yell "me too", yell "me too"
Hit that mothafuckin girl if I missed her D2
[Chorus:]
I'm a throw this money, I need you to shake som’n
Look, ima take yo money and then ima shake som’n
Look, ima throw this money, I need you to shake som’n
Ima take yo money and then ima a shake som’n
Shake som’n, shake som’n [x2]
Shake som’n, shake som’n, shake som’n, shake som’n
Shake som’n, shake som’n [x2]
Shake som’n, shake som’n, shake som’n, shake som’n
Cali Swag, lil mama twerk
She be getting money, she be puttin in work
I say she on, she on her shit
She bring that ass up then she drop it to a split
And she look good, and she look good
That's yo little bitch coming straight up out the hood
My nigga, she bangin, throw it up bangin
She hit me with the bullshit and then she bangin
I lost my mind, twerkin on vine
Instagram video, twerkin online
Here blow the time, make that pecan
Ass so big, they move without tryin
I ain't gotta rap got a ball playa nigga in the trap
Credit card black is all that I attract
As a matter of fact, pull up, Panamera Maybach
Watch me hold 100 bands, can you imagine dat
[Chorus]
My bitch got a booty like a hypo
She a freak on the low, I got d info
Lil bitch love to eat hot Cheetos
She got me comin out my drawers, no speedo
I love a bitch that luh to take weiner
Drive a BMW or beamer
She in the seg cause her older brother bang
But she gon’ rep D&G gang
And when she pull up to the club she kill
She keep a blunt and she keep her drink filled
Everybody tryna hit it on the low
A quick quickie, ima hit it on the go (I gotta go)
I'm in the bad bad bitch contest ugh!
On Instagram every day she flex ugh!
Body right, pussy tight, get wet ugh!
Pop a molly, let yo body keep sweatin ugh! woo!
[Chorus]
Party Ova Here lyrics - Cali Swag District (feat. Ty Dolla Sign)
Yea, Dollar Sign!
(Adrian Swish)
[Chorus:]
I got my niggas ova here (niggas ova here)
We got bitches ova here (bitches ova here)
We got bottles ova here (bottles ova here)
We got mollies ova here (mollies ova here)
It’s a party ova here, ain’t nuttin ova there [x2]
Bottle after bottle, molly after molly
Got some bird bitch start lookin like she Holly
An there be bitches after bitches, so I be on em hoes
I be tryna crack dem bitches that none a homies know
They be turnt, they banging, watch them throw up d sex
An I’m jus jumpin I be poppin I’ll be lookin for sex
Well that’s yo friend, that’s a good one baby tell her she next
She call ma phone, I decline an reply wit a text
Like what’s poppin ova there (poppin ova there)
We poppin ova here (poppin ova here)
We got mollies everywhere (mollies everywhere), smoke up in d air
Say we on up ova here (on up ova here)
We gone up ova here (gone up ova here)
Ya’ll loners ova there (loners ova there)
Ya’ll sober ova there (sober ova there)
[Chorus]
She see dirk ova here, I tell her come ova here
Ain’t no nerds up ova here, real niggas ova here
I do ma thang in G gang, I got yo man up ova here
Can’t fuck wit lames, won’t say no names
We make it rain up ova here
Yea we way too fresh in d building, money high as a ceiling
Smokin cuter I kill em, only real ones I’m feelin
She wanna hop in d beamer, she tryna live wit a baller
But lil ma not a keeper so she get molly an water
I turn it up ain’t no stoppin
I make yo girlfriend a actress, she bring her friend an we swappin
I thought the benches was poppin (we be fuckin in d club)
An they get mad ova there, cause it’s jus weak ova there
They weak ova there, they cheap ova there
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Whats Happening lyrics - Cali Swag District
Niggas on some cold shit
[Chorus:]
What’s happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup)
What’s happening (waddup), waddup hoe
What’s happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup)
What’s happening (waddup), waddup hoe
What’s happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup)
What’s happening (waddup), waddup hoe
What’s happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup)
When a nigga slidin I’m like waddup hoe
They be like “Smooth”, I’m like “Yea that’s me”
Same ol’ nigga from hundred an three (yea)
Ain’t nuttin changed but d shoes on ma feet
An d way dat I flow when I’m cruisin d beat
Wake dem niggas up cause I know they asleep
Yo bitch be flippin I know she a freak
I don’t wanna fuck if I know I can beat em
Sippin on d lace so I’m fallin asleep (ha!)
Same nigga, same zip code
Still ain’t no thug but a nigga tryna tip round
Cause every gangs you got niggas gettin chip mode
So I jus went an got a bitch strapped from ma bigelow
Ni-niggas ain’t even gon’ get close (no!)
So I jus stay shaded like d windows
Ni-nigga had to switch up d whip
An nobody get a stash spot jus to hold a extra clip (ha)
They like “Smooth why you do it to em?” (do what)
I’m like I ain’t do shit but I can if they want me to prove it to em (bitch)
Gotta live a butt a bullshit but that don’t mean no young nigga cannot stay wid a full clip
[Chorus]
Look I’ll stay on chill shit, next year me a melt it
Got verses like Bibles, I thank God I’m gifted (thank God)
Kush by the acre, I wake her an bake her
She licked it, I twist it tornado, yea (yea)
4 in ma whip I put 4 in ma drink
If it’s 4 in the clip I put 4 where you think?! (yea)
Fuckin these hoes they don’t sleep, I sell dreams (no)
Shows overseas I get money that’s not green (whatev)
I been, around d world (literally)
Tried out a hundred flows (lyrically)
Ran through a hundred hoes (physically)
Some friends turn into foes (enemies)
Ha!
[Chorus]
Look, alot a niggas lame an I swear to God
Claim to be real but they really fraud (fraud)
Shit don’t seem even man these niggas out (fuck it)
I jus keep ma distance an get on ma job
Look, oh what you mad cause I’m stylin on ya?
Got a New York bitch an I’m from California
D homie copped a foreign but he really d owner
An I’m really from d hood, d homies are roun d corner
Ugh, fly nigga do fly shit, wit d same niggas I get high wit
Dem d same niggas I ride wit
Same niggas I fight wit
Prob’ly d same niggas that I die wit (fa real)
To keep dis shit G ma nigga I’m jus tryna get ma paper up
Countin paper till ma fingers get paper cuts
D gunshots had to wake em up (brah, brah, brah)
Different niggas no mistakin us (nah)
What’s happening, nigga? But you can’t hang wid us (nah)
They feel some type a way I’m gettin rich on em
But I don’t give a fuck cause you a bitch homie
Like fuck a fake friend, they’ll switch on me (switch on me)
An neva trust a bitch that’ll snitch on me
[Chorus]
Beast lyrics - Cali Swag District
Smoove
Hey I still have some shit to say
Look, ugh
May 15th two thousand eleven
Me an ma niggas we watched one of our dogs go to heaven
So sad but it’s a blessing, for Bone there’s no more stressin
Dealin wit dis bullshit called life, so depressin
But fo’ you we gon’ ride till we all fall flat
Ima let it all out, mothafuckas hold back
Bone was d backbone an we had Bone back
So in ma mothafuckin heart that’s where I keep Bone at
We say bread but you brone so watch over d team
Make sure we all see d things that we preciously dream
An even though you not here, you still gon’ be d nigga wit d record a d year
I never live in fear, let’s get dis shit clear
I’m tryna get fucked up, mixin dark wit d clear
Just to keep ma mind off it an in anotha place
Wear a frown on ma heart but a smile on ma face
[Chorus:]
An I put dat on ma mama, they a neva see me sweat
Dem niggas start trippin ma niggas old enough to text
Alot a shit be on ma mind I gotta get it off ma chest
So me an ma niggas can eat, fuck it we gon’ call it beast
Cause I’m a mothafuckin
Beast [x6]
(Tell em) Yea I’m a mothafuckin
Beast [x6]
(Tell em) Yea I’m a mothafuckin
Beast [x6]
(Tell em) Yea I’m a mothafuckin
Beast [x6]
Yea I’m a mothafuckin beast
I be under pressure, it will neva be d same
I swear they got to sue me but they neva feel d pain
Roll d presidential cause ma time is not a game
An I will pull up on yo block wit CSD in every lane
Flyin through these tracks is got me feelin like a train
When you gettin money nigga money ain’t a thang
Pullin on dis ill, miss d homies locked in jail
When they free you from yo cell we gon’ take over d game
Fill a nigga flow cause it’s deeper than a drain
I ride low like a terrace on a plane
Two red bones an they body look d same
Twin turbos dat Bugatti’s insane like
[Chorus]
I’m so beasty, we so beasty
Bone’s so beasty, we so beasty
Yung’s so beasty, we so beasty
3rd’s so beasty, we all beasty
Ugh, like I’m climbin up d building
Beatin on my chest to dese mothafuckas listenin
Cali Swag niggi an I feel like some’n missin
Bone not here but he watchin from a distance
So I’m steady heatin up, catch me cookin in d kitchen
They tell me don’t reply to dese niggas steady dissin
So I’m steady gettin high goin in on dis condition
Shittin on dese niggas cause I feel like it’s ma mission
So murder everything so dese niggas pay attention
Mad cause we rap my nigga stop bitchin
If I could go back man I jus keep shittin like
Fuck you niggas an I have a little pissinade
I’m a mothafuckin
Beast [x6]
I’m a mothafuckin
Beast [x6]
I’m a mothafuckin
Beast [x6]
I’m a mothafuckin
Beast [x6]
Yea I’m a mothafuckin beast
An I put dat on ma mama, they a neva see me sweat
Dem niggas start trippin ma niggas old enough to text
Alot a shit be on ma mind I gotta get it off ma chest
So me an ma niggas can eat, fuck it we gon’ call it beast
Cause I’m a mothafuckin
Beast [x6]
Yea I’m a mothafuckin
Beast [x6]
Yea I’m a mothafuckin beast!
We All We Got lyrics - Cali Swag District (feat. Meaku & Kamie)
[Chorus:]
Fight, for what, you believe in
Cause I know, what, you been feelin
Right now times is real hard mind is on edge we took a loss
But we right here, back on the top
These is my friends so you should know that we all we got
“For those who don’t know, we have Smove, still smooth, we got Mr Swag himself,
Yung, we got Mr 3rd, JayAre, yea we got the dougie master, yes I said it the dougie master, M-Bone! M-Bone!”
(Swish)
[Chorus:]
Fight, for what, you believe in
Cause I know, what, you been feelin
Right now times is real hard mind is on edge we took a loss
But we right here, back on the top
These is my friends so you should know that we all we got
We all we got [x3]
I know
We all we got [x4]
I know
Damn I miss ma nigga, damn I miss ma dawg
We made it all togetha but we had to take a loss
Damn, why we had to take that loss?
Some sharks at d bottom, makin sure they see us fall
Boys from d hood they be not supposed to make it out
But they pride up, fake smiles, congratulations
Give them everything they want an then I laugh when they take it
They ask me how I felt I wasn’t happy can you fake it
But I stuck wit ma team, stuck wit ma team
Wit d struggle wit ma pain I still stuck wit ma team
People say we wasn’t shit but they was everything
We gon’ get it back right cause in ma heart I believe
I should attempt everything fo’ ma nigga dat’s gone
So fo’ you ma nigga, we gon’ live on
Yea, we gon’ live on, it’s a long road but we gotta be strong and
[Chorus]
Life is a game so be careful who you dealin wit
Everybody not cool, watch who you chillin wit
The vibe of a real nigga got yo girl feelin it
Me an M-Bone’s at d true store killin it
We can’t stop we got too many fans
A hundred thousand dougie at d Battle of the Bands
School tours, concerts, summer jams
Cali nigga stand out girl you know who I am
I can make it big if you wanna jump on it
I want dis shit forever ya’ll jus livin fo’ d moment
All ma brothas keepin me delivered I’m a donor
We ain’t takin no ails jus show me ma opponent
Still 3rd if I put it down first
Keep d grass cut low, see d snakes doing dirt
Live an learn, take a turn fo’ d worse, gotta fight even when it hurts
Look
[Chorus]
Look, listen what I’m tryna tell you
Don’t buy everything dese niggas try to sell you
Everybody ain’t yo friend
An everybody ain’t gon’ stick around until d end
Gotta weed out d snakes, it’s real verse d fake
Fo’ dat rectangle paper closest to you tend to hate
Niggas mad cause you got up off yo ass, like they can’t
I can’t meet you over there, but can you meet me at d bank
In d centre a d city ma nigga that’s where I stay
I got dreams of gettin bigger ma nigga then get away
Seem like d niggas where you from only live to compete
You gotta know about d street befo’ you be out in d street
You can have all that I’m tryna live on d beach
Tryna get up to d top where we started underneath
But what a hater gotta say cause ain’t nothin outta reach
M-Bone rest in peace, until d day we meet
It’s (we all we got)
All I can say is, this is my moment (we all we got)
Fight through the pain and (we all we got)
Live for the moment (we all we got)
[x2]
“Life gives us gifts, tools to succeed, yet that out of our control we pray on, fertilize, stay strong, grounded, planting, water our seeds.
My first and last leg, a relay race, my team. Today I found the biggest stone engraved in it to read, we all we got, C-S-D”
(Swish)
Heated, heated, heated
Started from d bottom now we heated
Even for ma niggas, now we heated
Heated, heated, heated
Started from d bottom now we here now
Ridin wit ma niggas, cause we here now
Fuck dem other niggas, cause we here now
We here now, here now
Started from d bottom now we here now
Started from d bottom ooh-oh-oh, ooh
Dat Nigga lyrics - Cali Swag District
[Chorus:]
I been dat nigga (I been dat nigga)
Dat nigga dat nigga (dat nigga dat nigga) [x3]
I been dat nigga (I been dat nigga)
Dat nigga dat nigga (dat nigga dat nigga) [x3]
MC Ham on d buckle
Dumbest blunt on ma knuckles
Biggest fool in dem brothels
Can’t knock ma hustle
Work a pit not duffle
Never run nor wrestle
Never talk when they cuff you, not even if you want to
Dese streets don’t luh you (na)
Dese streets don’t luh you (na)
They blame us fo’ sayin fuck (fuck it)
Too foreign fo’ ma buckie
Who pass dat like he snubby
I passed dat to ma cousin
You can have dat cause you snappy
Now all ma niggas are stuntin
Bitches always want somethin
So I pass dat like it’s nothin
So I passed dat to ma cousin
Now all ma niggas is fuckin
Ma money look bigger
But I been dat nigga
When you been dat nigga?
Cause I been dat nigga
[Chorus]
I been dat nigga
Dat nigga, dat nigga
I stay wit some bitches
I stay wit some swishes
I’m whippin a foreign
On roads to riches
I stay wit new hundreds
Ma fingers they itchin
Ma diamonds they shine like I golden ma neck
Pay me in cash or pay me respect
I’m breakin dese hundreds not breakin a sweat
An I’m flyin through hoes like I fly in a jet
Niggas die fo’ respect, but fo’ what?
I’m sippin on something that’s not in yo cup
Purp in ma drink, redbull ma bitch
Ugh d pussy so sweet
Gang gang nigga I put on fo’ d swat
Sucka niggas get played I am not a ipod
Tearin down d building cause I’m MC Ham
An it ain’t D&G I don’t fuck wit them
[Chorus]
Adri-Adri-Adri-Adrian Swish
Cotton Candy lyrics - Cali Swag District
Pussy Sweet taste like Cotton Candy
She a treat just like Cotton Candy
Bring her to me I wanna Cotton Candy
Macho Man savage like a Randy
Yeah let me hit it let me hit it let me hit it let me hit it she a freak call her Cotton Candy bring her to me I wanna
Cotton Candy
Call me the candy man...
A savage like randy man...
I'm beating it up she taking this tool yes I em a handy
Her pussy is drippin like water
She call me her daddy no father
She left her school with all honors
She gave me brain like a scholar...
Diamonds exsquiset yea
So she let me hit it yea
I said that I wouldn't but the that ifs lookin I just might eat it yea
My bitches is fancy yea
Ghetto n in classy yea
All of that ass up in them jeans couldn't walk pass me yea
Pussy Sweet taste like Cotton Candy
She a treat just like Cotton Candy
Bring her to me I wanna Cotton Candy
Macho Man savage like a Randy
Yeah let me hit it let me hit it let me hit it let me hit it she a freak call her Cotton Candy bring her to me I wanna
Cotton Candy
Punching bag how I beat it up
Cotton candy how I eat it up
She getting fucked if she leave with us and she getting stuck if she playing
That pussy sweet just like a honey bun
She acting like she donl owe none
She let me it like a hole in one I'ma knock it down like I'm bowling huh
Bitches say that I'm the bestest
They tell they friends and they best
I tell ma niggas I'm so messy
I get her wetter than a jetski
I'm the one like I'm jet li
Been on it ever since she met me
Slide it in Wayne gretzki
Thirsty bitches they up set me
Or try to set me up I ainl stupid tho
I never put my trust in a groupie hoe
I had to dog a bitch like snoopy tho
But this cotton candy really juicy bro
These bitches yeah they really tricky
She only mine when she with me
She lying when she say she miss me
So I never let the bitch kiss me
I ainl never wanted love after sex
Why do these bitches think that always come next
After I leave I'ma hit her with a text
I know that bitch is still mad that I left
Type to go hit up back street
Train that lil pussy in back seats
I work it out like a athlete Running that pussy no track meat
Fuck up yo weave where the tracks meat
Fuck up yo spine yea ifs that deep
That candy is mine like a bad seed
I'll eat it all if u ask me
Oh I eat that cotton candy
Just pull up without yo panties
Throw that shit like Payton Manning
Pussy sing it need a Grammy
Pussy Sweet taste like Cotton Candy
She a treat just like Cotton Candy
Bring her to me I wanna Cotton Candy
Macho Man savage like a Randy
Yeah let me hit it let me hit it let me hit it let me hit it she a freak call her Cotton Candy bring her to me I wanna
Cotton Candy
Positions lyrics - Cali Swag District
I wanna see that ass up
Face down
Switch positions
Turn around
Bend it over
Let it bounce
You want this money let me c what you about
When you throw that ass up
[Yung:]
I said we switching positions...
I put that ass in submission...
For that paper she with it...
Girl use to head kuzzu brilliant
That pussy making her millions
Got niggas all in they feelings...
These niggas is hating I'm grinnin she stack it all to the sillrn
I'm like Ooh... throw money when I'm bored like a bando...
Ooh... Gone bend it over touch yo ankles
Ooh I told her it ainl nothin I can't handle
Ooh Now what u gone do for this bank roll
Oooh every where I go ifs the same hoes
And every where I go I got the same goals
I wanna see that ass up
Face down
Switch positions
Turn around
Bend it over
Let it bounce
You want this money let me c what you about
When you throw that ass up
Face down
Switch positions
Turn around
Bend it over
Let it bounce
You want this money let me c what you about
When you throw that ass up
[Smoove:]
I know what to do
But I'm just waiting on you
You want this money got to make me want to throw it on you
Dudes ainl tipping but expect these girls to shake it on you
You know ya'll breaking the rules and now ya'll looking like fools
You bring a bag in here with ya blow it the bag donl leave with you I'm on a roll like some tissue blow up the
Spot like a missile
Who trippin who want a issue
We snuck in all the utensils
But we ainl come here to get ya came to throw money on strippers
I need a baddie like stacks
With a body like that
Have me go and hit the safe and bring that cash right back
On God ifs hella fat, extra large thighs match flat stomach looking like a brick wall
I wanna see that ass up
Face down
Switch positions
Turn around
Bend it over
Let it bounce
You want this money let me c what you about
When you throw that ass up
Face down
Switch positions
Turn around
Bend it over
Let it bounce
You want this money let me c what you about
When you throw that ass up
Kickback Lyrics – Cali Swag District
We are CSD
What you know about a kickback
Show you how to kickback
Show where the chicks at
CSD we havin' a kickback
I'm bringin' in treats
I don't know where the tricks at
I make the flyers, the chicks are flyer
When I say it's gon' be rosed I ain't no liar
M-Bone gon' get them bottles
But they gon' be strapped with a couple of holla's
So it, won't be drama, well at least entirely
We gon' turn this night up like we in the Bahamas
Smokin' like Bob Marley was
Bog hogs so I ride in a Harley truck
We got a wild drink I put in a safari cup
No our hands on the edge screamin'
Turn, bring it up
The night just started
We 'bout to show y'all how the new edge party
We gon' keep it crackin' but the haters gotta leave
All the ladies can stay,
I got some tricks up my sleeve
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up) Turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up) (turn me up)
Keep the haters out, bring the women in
Keep the drinks comin' we smoke in the wind
I make the door ring they like it's a kickback
How you gon' charge no time for the chit chat
Give me money if not, you can get back
Ladies go ahead, here's a cup my sip's at
Line is long, and we got the homies also
So if you ain't payin' me, then get the heck on
So now we movin' got the bros cruisin'
People walkin' out but I still ain't losin'
Pockets full and people still parkin'
Drinkers still pourin', fire's still sparkin'
It's cold as ice, but I'm still at the door
Women pay less, makin' haters pay more
Now we turned up, fucked about the shut down
People still comin' and I'm thinkin' man what now
Gettin' money and I deep when they after me
Lock the door then I scream, capacity
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up) Turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Aye keep the haters out, bring the women in
Keep the drinks comin', we smoke in the wind
Ya daddy it's a kickback (haha)
Hell yeah it's a kickback
Aye keep the haters out, bring the women in
Keep the drinks comin' we smoke in the wind
Ya daddy it's a kickback
Hell yeah it's a kickback
Kickback, it's way too lot
Got a bunch of girls that's turned inside
The music on and we hasty that we,
Can't drive home and even make it
We've been here since nine o'clock it's 'bout
Time to go so y'all get out
Girls is stayin' but dudes is leavin' we,
Close it down I feel like sleepin'
The girls are stayin' over the weekend so you,
Know it's about to be some freakin'
In the mornin', we got some cleanin'
Moppin', washin', and vacuum sweepin'
We wreck the house but we have fun and,
Nothin' stoppin' them girls from comin'
Count the money after the function,
Wake up then go spend somethin' aye
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up) Turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Keep the haters out, bring the women in
Keep the drinks comin', we smoke in the wind
Ya daddy it's a kickback(haha)
Hell yeah it's a kickbak
Keep the haters out, bring the women in
Keep the drinks comin', we smoke in the wind
Ya daddy it's a kickback
Hell yeah it's a kickback
Say what? (say what)
Uh huh (uh huh)
It's a kickback (it's a kickback)
Turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down (don't turn me down)
Turn me up (turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up) [x2]
Don't turn me down (don't turn me down)
Turn me up (turn me up)
Turn it up now! [x10]
What you know about a kickback
Show you how to kickback
Show where the chicks at
CSD we havin' a kickback
I'm bringin' in treats
I don't know where the tricks at
I make the flyers, the chicks are flyer
When I say it's gon' be rosed I ain't no liar
M-Bone gon' get them bottles
But they gon' be strapped with a couple of holla's
So it, won't be drama, well at least entirely
We gon' turn this night up like we in the Bahamas
Smokin' like Bob Marley was
Bog hogs so I ride in a Harley truck
We got a wild drink I put in a safari cup
No our hands on the edge screamin'
Turn, bring it up
The night just started
We 'bout to show y'all how the new edge party
We gon' keep it crackin' but the haters gotta leave
All the ladies can stay,
I got some tricks up my sleeve
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up) Turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up) (turn me up)
Keep the haters out, bring the women in
Keep the drinks comin' we smoke in the wind
I make the door ring they like it's a kickback
How you gon' charge no time for the chit chat
Give me money if not, you can get back
Ladies go ahead, here's a cup my sip's at
Line is long, and we got the homies also
So if you ain't payin' me, then get the heck on
So now we movin' got the bros cruisin'
People walkin' out but I still ain't losin'
Pockets full and people still parkin'
Drinkers still pourin', fire's still sparkin'
It's cold as ice, but I'm still at the door
Women pay less, makin' haters pay more
Now we turned up, fucked about the shut down
People still comin' and I'm thinkin' man what now
Gettin' money and I deep when they after me
Lock the door then I scream, capacity
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up) Turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Aye keep the haters out, bring the women in
Keep the drinks comin', we smoke in the wind
Ya daddy it's a kickback (haha)
Hell yeah it's a kickback
Aye keep the haters out, bring the women in
Keep the drinks comin' we smoke in the wind
Ya daddy it's a kickback
Hell yeah it's a kickback
Kickback, it's way too lot
Got a bunch of girls that's turned inside
The music on and we hasty that we,
Can't drive home and even make it
We've been here since nine o'clock it's 'bout
Time to go so y'all get out
Girls is stayin' but dudes is leavin' we,
Close it down I feel like sleepin'
The girls are stayin' over the weekend so you,
Know it's about to be some freakin'
In the mornin', we got some cleanin'
Moppin', washin', and vacuum sweepin'
We wreck the house but we have fun and,
Nothin' stoppin' them girls from comin'
Count the money after the function,
Wake up then go spend somethin' aye
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up) Turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down just turn me up (turn me up)
Keep the haters out, bring the women in
Keep the drinks comin', we smoke in the wind
Ya daddy it's a kickback(haha)
Hell yeah it's a kickbak
Keep the haters out, bring the women in
Keep the drinks comin', we smoke in the wind
Ya daddy it's a kickback
Hell yeah it's a kickback
Say what? (say what)
Uh huh (uh huh)
It's a kickback (it's a kickback)
Turn me up (turn me up)
Don't turn me down (don't turn me down)
Turn me up (turn me up)
Turn me up (turn me up) [x2]
Don't turn me down (don't turn me down)
Turn me up (turn me up)
Turn it up now! [x10]
Teach Me How To Dougie Lyrics – Cali Swag District
Aye! aye!
Teach me how to dougie (aye!)
[Verse 1:]
They be like smooth (what?)
Can you teach me how to dougie?
You know why?
'Cause all the bitches love me (aye)
All I need is a beat that's super bumping
And for you, you, and you to back it up and dump it!
Put your arms out front, lean side to side
They gonna be on you when they see you hit that dougie right
Ain't nobody fucking with my bro from morningside
He goes by bubba and he hits that dance with thunder
I ain't from Dallas but I d-town boogie
I show my moves off and everybody tryna do me
I leave the function and all the ladies tryna screw me
You just do you and I'm a do me (all day)
Niggas love to hate so they try to screw me
Bitches be stuck to me, I think they tryna glue me
I make the party shine bright when it start to booming
This beat was bubble gum so I had to chew it
[Chorus:]
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me how to dougie
All my bitches love me
All my, all my bitches love me
All my bitches love me
You ain't fucking with my dougie!
[Verse 2:]
My name is young!
For the dudes who don't know me
I know I'm from the West but I can teach you how to dougie!
Step up in the club and all these bitches bug me
All the niggas dancing and none of them know me
I hear the crowd screaming like "Aye! get it brody!"
So I'm on my shoulders and I take it real low
They like "How you do that?", he can dougie on the floor
And when that nigga stop they like "Dougie, some more!"
I'm like a nigga kinda tired so, I pass it to the bro!
M-bone! Show these cats how to do that down south dance
That we learned a little too fast and bought it to the hood
And got the whole crew asking...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Back of the party I don't really like to boogie
I'm just tryna get bent and meet a thick redbone
(Mmm) we do the dougie and the niggas hating
but I'm about to act a skateboard, a bitch and head home (fuck it)
She about to dougie and hit with two hands
And I run it, run it even if her leg's long
She likes you my hubby and I think she loves me
But I change the subject and I do my dougie
But, I don't give a fuck, blow trees, get money
Leave 2 heifers feinin like some playboy bunnies
They gonna make us do the dougie in the middle of the dance
And when I asked for some head the bitch looked at me funny
Bye! Bitch, you can't tell me nothing, start baked the beat
And I just took it out the oven, I just hit the dougie when everybody clubbing
and I hate skinny jeans 'cause the burner keep rubbin! (oh!)
Teach me how to dougie (aye!)
[Verse 1:]
They be like smooth (what?)
Can you teach me how to dougie?
You know why?
'Cause all the bitches love me (aye)
All I need is a beat that's super bumping
And for you, you, and you to back it up and dump it!
Put your arms out front, lean side to side
They gonna be on you when they see you hit that dougie right
Ain't nobody fucking with my bro from morningside
He goes by bubba and he hits that dance with thunder
I ain't from Dallas but I d-town boogie
I show my moves off and everybody tryna do me
I leave the function and all the ladies tryna screw me
You just do you and I'm a do me (all day)
Niggas love to hate so they try to screw me
Bitches be stuck to me, I think they tryna glue me
I make the party shine bright when it start to booming
This beat was bubble gum so I had to chew it
[Chorus:]
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me how to dougie
All my bitches love me
All my, all my bitches love me
All my bitches love me
You ain't fucking with my dougie!
[Verse 2:]
My name is young!
For the dudes who don't know me
I know I'm from the West but I can teach you how to dougie!
Step up in the club and all these bitches bug me
All the niggas dancing and none of them know me
I hear the crowd screaming like "Aye! get it brody!"
So I'm on my shoulders and I take it real low
They like "How you do that?", he can dougie on the floor
And when that nigga stop they like "Dougie, some more!"
I'm like a nigga kinda tired so, I pass it to the bro!
M-bone! Show these cats how to do that down south dance
That we learned a little too fast and bought it to the hood
And got the whole crew asking...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Back of the party I don't really like to boogie
I'm just tryna get bent and meet a thick redbone
(Mmm) we do the dougie and the niggas hating
but I'm about to act a skateboard, a bitch and head home (fuck it)
She about to dougie and hit with two hands
And I run it, run it even if her leg's long
She likes you my hubby and I think she loves me
But I change the subject and I do my dougie
But, I don't give a fuck, blow trees, get money
Leave 2 heifers feinin like some playboy bunnies
They gonna make us do the dougie in the middle of the dance
And when I asked for some head the bitch looked at me funny
Bye! Bitch, you can't tell me nothing, start baked the beat
And I just took it out the oven, I just hit the dougie when everybody clubbing
and I hate skinny jeans 'cause the burner keep rubbin! (oh!)
Where You Are Lyrics – Cali Swag District
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where I'm at
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Everywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
Answer this...
Could it be I should have came back in an orderly fashion
girl I'm just asking
What happened to the way that we used to be?
Up late at night counting stars just you and me
Now I'm the star you feeling like you losin me
But I won't let you go, you don't know what you do to me
Like my religion you always stay true to me
That's money over women, but you got glued to me
I just want you back to light rooms with me
And in the back of my mind, jump a broom with me
Nah wait it's too soon for me
I just want some space in your heart, is there room for me?
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where I'm at
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Everywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
Aye now that I'm gone I gotta testify
I wanna bee with you and I cannot lie
Looking at my phone another text inside
Saying how you miss me like I just passed by
Now I'm out on the road like the Jackson 5
Say you happy for the kid, but when I'm gone you crying
when I reply you get that high
Like that's my swag girl I'm just that fly
But you gon hold me down like gravitation
Cause back at home we was passed the dating
Now I want to see your face and I passed the waiting
Thinking bout a ring got the pastor waiting
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where I'm at
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Everywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
It's 3rd back again
and I need you baby like oxygen
If I start from 10 telling you how I feel
By the time I get to one you would know that it's real
10 is your smile I ain't seen in a while
9 you're all mines and I love your sign
8 is no debate me and you look great
and 7 keep letting me know to have faith
6 is a kiss that I leave on ya cheek
5 no lies and I put it on a beat
4 so much more that we got to see
3 you just can't be without me
2 me and you always have a ball
1 I'm gon call so don't ask at all
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where I'm at
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Everywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where I'm at
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Everywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
Answer this...
Could it be I should have came back in an orderly fashion
girl I'm just asking
What happened to the way that we used to be?
Up late at night counting stars just you and me
Now I'm the star you feeling like you losin me
But I won't let you go, you don't know what you do to me
Like my religion you always stay true to me
That's money over women, but you got glued to me
I just want you back to light rooms with me
And in the back of my mind, jump a broom with me
Nah wait it's too soon for me
I just want some space in your heart, is there room for me?
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where I'm at
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Everywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
Aye now that I'm gone I gotta testify
I wanna bee with you and I cannot lie
Looking at my phone another text inside
Saying how you miss me like I just passed by
Now I'm out on the road like the Jackson 5
Say you happy for the kid, but when I'm gone you crying
when I reply you get that high
Like that's my swag girl I'm just that fly
But you gon hold me down like gravitation
Cause back at home we was passed the dating
Now I want to see your face and I passed the waiting
Thinking bout a ring got the pastor waiting
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where I'm at
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Everywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
It's 3rd back again
and I need you baby like oxygen
If I start from 10 telling you how I feel
By the time I get to one you would know that it's real
10 is your smile I ain't seen in a while
9 you're all mines and I love your sign
8 is no debate me and you look great
and 7 keep letting me know to have faith
6 is a kiss that I leave on ya cheek
5 no lies and I put it on a beat
4 so much more that we got to see
3 you just can't be without me
2 me and you always have a ball
1 I'm gon call so don't ask at all
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where I'm at
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
I wanna wanna be where you are
oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Everywhere you are
oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
Back It Up And Dump It Lyrics – Cali Swag District
[Chorus:]
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
O.K.!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
We all on and I'm in the zone
Everything's in doubles,
Everybody got a clone!
You see two women so I see four,
But to back it up and dump it,
Make sure you hit the floor!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin
In a chick with a face something like Letoya Lucket,
We both hands on,
Something like a puppet,
And her booty like a pillow,
Makin smooth wanna fluff it.
Make that back drop like a new song or album,
I just wanna play all in yo middle like Malcolm.
My name ain't Vick but I'm something like a falcon
I'm fly as I wanna be with all the women under me
[Chorus:]
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
I'm in the back with that Carnavaux,
With the light on my neck like a Carnavaux,
Is too many girls and I want them all,
The way they bounce that thing like a basketball!
Call on my Willy, they talkin bout Wanka,
She backed it up and dump it like a truck Tonka.
Send your bullies home,
Just to fly on my red bull drink when the boy passed by.
She's looking like a keeper,
So I think I need her,
She said her name was Nina,
She reminded me of my heater.
So I grabbed her by the waist, pull her back
And made her dump it!
Criminal bootie, oh my God, I could cuff it
[Chorus:]
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
Hey, shawty is like a stripper,
Look at them legs, she can't get no thicker
And if she did, she a be fat,
Back it up and dump it for me, baby just like that!
Hey ya! Baby let your weave down,
If you ain't with the boys in the V.I.P leave now,
Cause Bone get Scummy and I like rhymin,
So grab that pole, and slide like diamond,
And her thong there it ain't no finding,
All of that booty, big booty judy,
I think me and you girl should go and make a movie,
I'm not playing games, just calling you for a duty.
[Chorus:]
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
Hit it.
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
O.K.!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
We all on and I'm in the zone
Everything's in doubles,
Everybody got a clone!
You see two women so I see four,
But to back it up and dump it,
Make sure you hit the floor!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin
In a chick with a face something like Letoya Lucket,
We both hands on,
Something like a puppet,
And her booty like a pillow,
Makin smooth wanna fluff it.
Make that back drop like a new song or album,
I just wanna play all in yo middle like Malcolm.
My name ain't Vick but I'm something like a falcon
I'm fly as I wanna be with all the women under me
[Chorus:]
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
I'm in the back with that Carnavaux,
With the light on my neck like a Carnavaux,
Is too many girls and I want them all,
The way they bounce that thing like a basketball!
Call on my Willy, they talkin bout Wanka,
She backed it up and dump it like a truck Tonka.
Send your bullies home,
Just to fly on my red bull drink when the boy passed by.
She's looking like a keeper,
So I think I need her,
She said her name was Nina,
She reminded me of my heater.
So I grabbed her by the waist, pull her back
And made her dump it!
Criminal bootie, oh my God, I could cuff it
[Chorus:]
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
Hey, shawty is like a stripper,
Look at them legs, she can't get no thicker
And if she did, she a be fat,
Back it up and dump it for me, baby just like that!
Hey ya! Baby let your weave down,
If you ain't with the boys in the V.I.P leave now,
Cause Bone get Scummy and I like rhymin,
So grab that pole, and slide like diamond,
And her thong there it ain't no finding,
All of that booty, big booty judy,
I think me and you girl should go and make a movie,
I'm not playing games, just calling you for a duty.
[Chorus:]
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
O.K.!
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
Back it up and dump it!
And for you, you, back it up and dump it!
Hit it.
Teach Me How To Dougie (Remix) Lyrics – Cali Swag District (feat. Red Cafe, Jermaine Dupri, B.o.B., Bow Wow)
Aye! aye!
Teach me how to dougie (aye!)
[Verse 1:]
They be like smooth (what?)
Can you teach me how to dougie?
You know why?
'Cause all the bitches love me (aye)
All I need is a beat that's super bumping
And for you, you, you to back it up and dump it!
Put your arms out front, lean side to side
They gonna be on you when they see you hit that dougie right
Ain't nobody fucking with my bro from morningside
He go by bubba and he hits that dance with thunder
I ain't from Dallas but I d-town boogie
I show my moves off and everybody tryna do me
I leave the function and all the ladies tryna screw me
You just do you and I'm a do me (all day)
Niggas love to hate so they try to shoot me
Bitches be stuck to me, I think they tryna glue me
I make the party shine bright when it start to booming
This beat was bubble gum so I had to chew it
[Chorus:]
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me, teach me how to dougie
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me, teach me how to dougie
All my bitches love me
All my, all my bitches love me
All my bitches love me
You ain't fucking with my dougie!
[Verse 2:]
My name is young!
For the dudes who don't know me
I know I'm from the West but I can teach you how to dougie!
Step up in the club and all these bitches bug me
All the niggas dancing and none of them know me
I hear the crowd screaming like "Aye! get it brody!"
So I'm on my shoulders and I take it real low
They like "How you do that?", he can dougie on the floor
And when that nigga stop they like "Dougie, some more!"
I'm like a nigga kinda tired so, I pass it to the bro!
M-bone! Show these cats how to do that down south dance
That we learned a little too fast and brought it to the hood
And got the whole crew ass...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Back of the party I don't really like to boogie
I'm just tryna get bent and meet a thick redbone
(Mmm) she do her dougie and the bitches hating
But I rocked the escape with a bitch and head home (fuck it)
She got her friend so it's a two man and
And I wanna run it even if her legs long
She like you hubby, I think she love me
But I change the subject and I do my dougie
'cause I don't give a fuck, blow trees, get money
Me smooth heff in the back with playboy bunnies
We gonna make them do the dougie in the middle of the bed
And when I asked for some head the bitch looked at me funny
Daaah! Bitch, you can't tell me nothing, star make the beat
I just took it out the oven, I just see the dougie when everybody clubbing
And I hate skinny jeans 'cause the burner keep rubbin! (oh!)
[Chorus]
Teach me how to dougie (aye!)
[Verse 1:]
They be like smooth (what?)
Can you teach me how to dougie?
You know why?
'Cause all the bitches love me (aye)
All I need is a beat that's super bumping
And for you, you, you to back it up and dump it!
Put your arms out front, lean side to side
They gonna be on you when they see you hit that dougie right
Ain't nobody fucking with my bro from morningside
He go by bubba and he hits that dance with thunder
I ain't from Dallas but I d-town boogie
I show my moves off and everybody tryna do me
I leave the function and all the ladies tryna screw me
You just do you and I'm a do me (all day)
Niggas love to hate so they try to shoot me
Bitches be stuck to me, I think they tryna glue me
I make the party shine bright when it start to booming
This beat was bubble gum so I had to chew it
[Chorus:]
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me, teach me how to dougie
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me, teach me how to dougie
All my bitches love me
All my, all my bitches love me
All my bitches love me
You ain't fucking with my dougie!
[Verse 2:]
My name is young!
For the dudes who don't know me
I know I'm from the West but I can teach you how to dougie!
Step up in the club and all these bitches bug me
All the niggas dancing and none of them know me
I hear the crowd screaming like "Aye! get it brody!"
So I'm on my shoulders and I take it real low
They like "How you do that?", he can dougie on the floor
And when that nigga stop they like "Dougie, some more!"
I'm like a nigga kinda tired so, I pass it to the bro!
M-bone! Show these cats how to do that down south dance
That we learned a little too fast and brought it to the hood
And got the whole crew ass...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Back of the party I don't really like to boogie
I'm just tryna get bent and meet a thick redbone
(Mmm) she do her dougie and the bitches hating
But I rocked the escape with a bitch and head home (fuck it)
She got her friend so it's a two man and
And I wanna run it even if her legs long
She like you hubby, I think she love me
But I change the subject and I do my dougie
'cause I don't give a fuck, blow trees, get money
Me smooth heff in the back with playboy bunnies
We gonna make them do the dougie in the middle of the bed
And when I asked for some head the bitch looked at me funny
Daaah! Bitch, you can't tell me nothing, star make the beat
I just took it out the oven, I just see the dougie when everybody clubbing
And I hate skinny jeans 'cause the burner keep rubbin! (oh!)
[Chorus]
You Need That (Vixens Response) lyrics - Cali Swag District
[Chorus]
You need that! (District) [x4]
Fuck you real proper, eat it like a monster, have you screaming papa.
Like you singing opera.
You need that! [x4]
Fuck you real proper, eat it like a monster, have you screaming papa.
Like you singing opera.
[Verse 1]
Enough said I dont need no fucking intro.
Cause' when I pull my pants down, I'm whipping out a lamo.
This bitch just hip me up.
She tryna' sneak me through her window.
But her pussy played out like Atari & Nintendo!
She did her thang with the brain she went insane.
But her dick ridin' was whack! Point blank period.
Beat the pussy had this bitch goin' delirious.
(Can you eat me out?) Bitch please you serious?
Now on to the next chick. & & & she got bigger titts.
But her friend really with this, she told the girl she tryna' hit this.
Aye! But thats a different story.
Half of these bitches in LA they really start to bore me.
I have the baddest bitches give away the horney if I let my dick hang I bet you she will explore me!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I need a bitch who can fuck it up, suck till I get a nut,
head game strong when I buss she'll lick it up.
Let the dick fall hell naw she'll keep it up.
A nigga need a bitch who can take it when I beat it up.
Goin' all hard, tellin' me can I eat it up? First you gotta back it up,
Let a nigga smack it up. Got the pussy drippin' cause' the dick stay actin' up!
All in ya tummy E-40 goin' dummy! Got these bitches runnin' from me!
Bitches screamin' she love me cause' I taught her how to dougie, Dope game like rubby.
I, fucked her on a rubby then I passed her to my brodie, left her face all nutty!
Then the shit too funny like GIRL ... Learn how to give it up,
Learn how to clean it up, Learn how to speed it up,
With my dick in ya butt, Cause' I dont give a fuck probably fuck 3 sluts & if she cant take it...
So Mutha Fuckin' What !
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'll have you feen'n for the dick like a addict.
I'ma make you bounce on the dick like a rabbit.
You'll open up them legs like a cabinet & if the pussy look lavage I'ma turn into a savage.
My dick is the bomb like a bag of granades & I'm cum'n in her braids while her body just lays.
Like a big bag of chips & my kick I got the flicks.
With my dick between her dicks & I came on her lips!
Ha Now you really cant kiss me cause' your mouth is a daycare.
Now you really gone miss me cause' the house I took you to...
bitch I dont even stay there! 2 fingers play with it, baby I can get it wet,
leaking through the panties like a crack in a dam.
You sneaking through the back with a hat & a gram. & I'm chiefing in her pussy all night cause' I can!
[Chorus X8]
You need that! (District) [x4]
Fuck you real proper, eat it like a monster, have you screaming papa.
Like you singing opera.
You need that! [x4]
Fuck you real proper, eat it like a monster, have you screaming papa.
Like you singing opera.
[Verse 1]
Enough said I dont need no fucking intro.
Cause' when I pull my pants down, I'm whipping out a lamo.
This bitch just hip me up.
She tryna' sneak me through her window.
But her pussy played out like Atari & Nintendo!
She did her thang with the brain she went insane.
But her dick ridin' was whack! Point blank period.
Beat the pussy had this bitch goin' delirious.
(Can you eat me out?) Bitch please you serious?
Now on to the next chick. & & & she got bigger titts.
But her friend really with this, she told the girl she tryna' hit this.
Aye! But thats a different story.
Half of these bitches in LA they really start to bore me.
I have the baddest bitches give away the horney if I let my dick hang I bet you she will explore me!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I need a bitch who can fuck it up, suck till I get a nut,
head game strong when I buss she'll lick it up.
Let the dick fall hell naw she'll keep it up.
A nigga need a bitch who can take it when I beat it up.
Goin' all hard, tellin' me can I eat it up? First you gotta back it up,
Let a nigga smack it up. Got the pussy drippin' cause' the dick stay actin' up!
All in ya tummy E-40 goin' dummy! Got these bitches runnin' from me!
Bitches screamin' she love me cause' I taught her how to dougie, Dope game like rubby.
I, fucked her on a rubby then I passed her to my brodie, left her face all nutty!
Then the shit too funny like GIRL ... Learn how to give it up,
Learn how to clean it up, Learn how to speed it up,
With my dick in ya butt, Cause' I dont give a fuck probably fuck 3 sluts & if she cant take it...
So Mutha Fuckin' What !
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'll have you feen'n for the dick like a addict.
I'ma make you bounce on the dick like a rabbit.
You'll open up them legs like a cabinet & if the pussy look lavage I'ma turn into a savage.
My dick is the bomb like a bag of granades & I'm cum'n in her braids while her body just lays.
Like a big bag of chips & my kick I got the flicks.
With my dick between her dicks & I came on her lips!
Ha Now you really cant kiss me cause' your mouth is a daycare.
Now you really gone miss me cause' the house I took you to...
bitch I dont even stay there! 2 fingers play with it, baby I can get it wet,
leaking through the panties like a crack in a dam.
You sneaking through the back with a hat & a gram. & I'm chiefing in her pussy all night cause' I can!
[Chorus X8]
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