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Where You At
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Where You At was released on September 25, 2007 by YLimit, Inc. as a part of the album The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 3
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Release DateSeptember 25, 2007
LabelYLimit, Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

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Lyrics

Flowers in the attic, drugs on me, thugs gettin' bubbly
Let's pop, surround the block, lookin' lovely
Extra nines linen on me, women who barely know me swarm me
Faggots try to front, blow me
Ayo, I'm from the soul, blunt me
We in them H2s coolin', want me
Try to kill a kid, bring your country
Sun nice with rifles, white fools
White dudes jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to bump me
Flowers in the attic, drugs on me, thugs gettin' bubbly
Let's pop, surround the block, lookin' lovely
Extra nines linen on me, women who barely know me swarm me
Faggots try to front, blow me
Ayo, I'm from the soul, blunt me
We in them H2s coolin', want me
Try to kill a kid, bring your country
Sun nice with rifles, white fools
White dudes jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to bump me
A glow like Willie Bosket
I do the knife work job, yeah
Rappers front, clap 'em, this is hijex
Who taught y'all ****?
It was the kid with the tarantula, tinted up, extortin' y'all monthly
Crabs in the bucket, rap, fuck it
Yo, go get your handgun, I'd rather shoot your ass in public
You ain't a Air Force boss, you a holster
Frontin' like me on your poster
Now y'all **** fuckin' with my ones
We need to battle for cattle
Axe, boats, arts and crafts, scalpels, thumb rings, Dick DeCapo
Fuckin' with Staten Island's heartless, son of all flames
Gar-Gar frames, catch me with the Starks, kid
The authentic ghost, we on the golf course with rented boats
Eagles on feets and we're bigger G.O.A.T.s
Come take it in blood, dare any thug to re-up, what?
We gon' keep it on the hush
In the cars, where you at? In the clubs, where you at?
Hope you paper chasin', on the low gettin' trapped
In the cars, where you at? In the clubs, where you at?
Hope you paper chasin', on the low gettin' trapped
In the cars, where you at? In the clubs, where you at?
Hope you paper chasin', on the low gettin' trapped
In the cars, where you at? In the clubs, where you at?
Hope you paper chasin', on the low gettin' trapped
Ayo, dove into the water like bait, the ocean was dark
The moon lit, swimmin' to the bottom to get to the safe
We on **** and we comin', boy, talk with your gun
Me, I'm ready and I'm ready with cake, yeah
Flawless, more powerful horses, the kid flow nauseous
Everybody gettin' weeded, we all for this
Armored tank style, movin' in ranks
Hundred that'll rock for me, still kill you over your mink, bitch
Skiin' in Alaska, half the man, half Casper
Runnin' with wolves, the bulls look nastier
Silencer, pieces, meet Lisa, kill you on Easter
Y'all gon' get it, wait 'til we get creased up
Nothin' but rapid fire, live wires, brand new tires
Burn 'em up, they respectin' your street cousin
We gon' bring it to every label
Pay attention y'all, Cuban is back, now put that on the glass table
In the cars, where you at? In the clubs, where you at?
Hope you paper chasin', on the low gettin' trapped
In the cars, where you at? In the clubs, where you at?
Hope you paper chasin', on the low gettin' trapped
In the cars, where you at? In the clubs, where you at?
Hope you paper chasin', on the low gettin' trapped
In the cars, where you at? In the clubs, where you at?
Hope you paper chasin', on the low gettin' trapped
Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you
Good morning, my neighbors
Ayy, fuck you
Yes, yes, fuck you, too
Written by: DJ Khaled, Gene Thornton, Leslie Pridgen, Terrence Le Varr Thornton
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