Str8 Like Dat - Amber Rose lyrics

[Verse 1: Vandal] She love it, she love it, she love it when I eat it T-That-That's what a n***a read when she tweeted Only one night then I tell her to beat it Cause like Beyonce she won't carry my fetus You're so mean and it ain't no reason It's sunny outside then it must be the season Pull the jeans down don't ruin my creases Now shut the f** up put it back on my penis Cletus Cletus, Hercules Lookin' for the right one that will twerk the team Long night, hard work, I don't work for free And that's something in common that she's got with me But I am "V," so I don't gotta pay ho Dress so fly you'd of swore I had a halo Call me the Cap better do what I say so Or get a red ring on your eye like Kano Hahaha, Y'all n***as funny like Delano Tryna ball with pesos in Ohao, oops Ohio Ah!, Aye bro seen you on cable Hand full of green or was that Play-Doh I say no, I'm way too hot volcano And money stay long like stretched out Play-Doh A-hole keepin' all the fans in check So they pay for the show I collect the check Live life for the day what the f**s regret? Got way more hoes than a Thundercat, Hooo! Making money like pit for pat Was poor, now rich, opposites attract Got bars so I gotta call a chick collect f** dial tone b**h never call me back [Hook: Vandal & Einstein] Ah!, Gettin' women like Amber Rose I'm a chief, I'm a God, I'm an animal "Hey Str8 Like Dat, we some fans of y'alls!" Keep eating like some mothaf**in' cannibals Keep eating like some mothaf**in' cannibals "Hey Str8 Like Dat, we some fans of y'alls!" I'm a chief, I'm a God, I'm an animal And we stay gettin' women like Amber Rose Upgrade to an Amber Rose My advice is: homie is you have to go Then you outta split ways like a camel toe Cause you know that you just can't stand a ho If you know that you just can't stand a ho And you gotta split ways like a camel toe My advice is: homie if you have to go Might as well upgrade to an Amber Rose [Verse 2: Einstein] Look!, One thing 'bout music when it hits you feel no pain Unless you're sitting in the back while the speakers blast and you feel this track go BANG! Knock in the trunk with the windows up and your rear view mirror shake Turn-Turn up the ba**, turn up them 808's Wait, wait, you heard them trunks rattle From New Orleans to New York and from Chicago to Seattle People say we 'bout to blow up but it's something we can handle Cause we're suicidal bombers with fuses under our flannels We taking over like, yessir! yessir! We 'bout to be poppin' a couple bottles pour the liquor! liquor! Quicker! quicker! We 'bout to be throwing a kegger! kegger! Nobody is rocking a party like us we do it better! yessir! Einstein and Vandal we Bout to have the entire industry bowing down to our feet Cause we tearin' up the clubs, and showing groupies love though Yeah right, you know they still getting the Dial Tone [Hook]