AMG - European Vacation lyrics

[INTRO VERSE] We're so official, can we get with you p**y so bomb like a missle BOOM Last n***a hit you, he was so gone that he still need a tissue Is this an issue? I'm on the block Takin' your spot, n***a's been itchin' to drop To many b**hes to pop Money to get I am the, I am the sh**! [Verse 1] I'm in a shiny range rover, (alright!) With a spinning hangover, (alright!) Last night I had three bad mommys on molly underneath me I got up and broke this thing open, (woop woop woop) Cuz' they respecs a G, (they do!) And after that they erects the D, (they do!) She my back catcher, and I'm trying to pitch The whole nine innings I ain't trying to switch, cuz' it's eastside, northside Westside, homicide, dancefloor burn like you (?) My music gets you high enough to run from Big Worm Dancefloors burn like you (?) But before I give you music you can't use I'd rather walk (?) but without my shoes (huh) I ain't a punk, I just like perfections (?) Bullets go in one direction (uh) I slap the sh** out a b**h a** n***a Running your mouth and immediately mad n***a You wrinkeled up connoisseur With your cheap suit color of manure (get on) I'm on some sh** right now Im about to stick my dick up in your b**h right now You come to compton you can smoke with DJ Quick right now I'm on (Rosecraaans) Hit it back from the city to the studio with keys To let the hoes in But when they mobbin on they're day off we're overdressed What the hell you do in those pants (those paaaants) Back it up, make it do the background thing I'm touch that middle, make 'em all sizzle Is that confetti in the ceiling? (well yes it is.) We'll make it all fall down on these childeren That's your champagne, thats my blunt So we gone take 'em to the bottom 'till the sun's up