Bubba Sparxxx - Claremont Lounge lyrics

(feat. k**er Mike, Cool Breeze) [Intro - Bubba Sparxxx] Haha, yeah It is I (it is I) I don't know 'bout all that other sh**, can't call that But beside this motherf**er right here This motherf**in boo Hey that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday Hey what I motherf**in do I rap, I rap Hey, what's happenin God dammit Get these pussies off me, will ya? I love it, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx] I'm fittin to meet this b**h 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 follow It's cloudy today, it'll be sunny tomorrow I promise (promise), honest, every week let's do some other sh** Liver than that other sh**, b**h I'm still the f**in sh** I've got my publishing (check) and my royalities (check) Never lost loyalty, it's Organized Noize and B You b**h, you already know the remainin Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it (nope) I got a cave b**h (white girl), she's a cheerleader (pom pom) I split a 12 with her (Miller Lite), she licked this here penis Snatched her from a ballplayer, that wasn't playin ball He 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 that And I'ma murder that furry cat for a fact [Chorus - Bubba Sparxxx - 2X] I'm fittin to meet this b**h up at the Claremont Lounge The Claremont Lounge, the Claremont Lounge And once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin down it's goin down, right now it's goin down [Verse 2 - k**er 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 f** other hoes She used to f** with this n***a named Tone, that was on Even frontin her the zones, 'til he died in born homes (*laughing*) he was k**ed by a young n***a creepin with the chrome Took the money out the trunk and like sixteen zones But f** that, let's take it back to the 'lac Me and this batch laidback burnin purp sacks (okay) High as f**, contemplatin million dollar plans (uh huh) She a million dollar b**h and I'ma million dollar man (million dollar man) Only thing missin is about a million dollars (what?) Sent her a** to the country with the work and a Impala I gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy down And 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 bathroom She said damn you look cute, but why you ain't got no tattoos I said I didn't come to look cute, Cool came to cut (cut) And damn you look cute, why you ain't got no bu*t (bu*t, ooooo) Hey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed Cause I see this s**er checkin me, while I'm checkin the mix So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit Man you better be like G-Rock and "go and get that b**h" (go and get that b**h) I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back Man you ought to be ashamed to run your mouth like that This my house, don't tell me how to do my thing I don't like you, you really on my promotional team (ooooo) See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot See I could of got you a b**h at the video shoot But you to busy out here lookin cute tryna take your shirt off If we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned off [Chorus]