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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YUNG NATION
YUNG NATION
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Reed
Brandon Reed
Songwriter
Kendell Johnson
Kendell Johnson
Songwriter
June James
June James
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Smellin' like Dolce and Gabbana
I could probably hit you baby mama
Blowin' on a pound of marijuana
Presidential kush, I'm talkin' Obama
Keep a lotta guns, I'm young Osama
And she give me brain, good honors
Fast and the Furious, Brian O'Conner
[Verse 2]
Oh, I don't give a damn about your man
Shawty what's up?
E'ryday we blow loud in this bitch
Gon' head burn up
Game time shit, I could thwack your bitch
By the buzzer
After the show hit the hotel
No disturbance
We on the top floor, hotel suite
Shawty look up
We can have sex, let's get drunk
Do some kush ups
[Verse 3]
Shawty what's up?
Shawty, shawty what's up?
Shawty what's up?
Shawty, shawty what's up?
[Verse 4]
Blowin' on a pound of that fruity
I'ma young dog, no Scooby
I'ma finna cinemax movie
Girl give me ass, no cooties
I'm tryna have relations with your booty
Do you wanna be Miss Fooly?
I don't spit lies, everything truly
Girl do it feel wet, feel gooey?
Can I shoot it like a uzi?
I lock you up like a bad juvie
Beat the pussy, you gon' sue me
When you want this dick, cue me?
This a buffet, no Luby's
In the bedroom it get spooky
I go a lot of miles like Boobie
Oh, this right here too loud
People take caution
He don't want beef
He don't want flex
We'll be boxin'
I got heat, I got goons
We got options (Wassup?)
Murder party to the hotel
Nah, we ain't stoppin'
[Verse 5]
Oh, I don't give a damn about your man
Shawty what's up?
E'ryday we blow loud in this bitch
Gon' head burn up
Game time, shit I can thwack your bitch
By the buzzer
After the show hit the hotel
No disturbance
We on the top floor, hotel suite
Shawty look up
We can have sex, let's get drunk
Do some kush ups
[Verse 6]
Shawty what's up?
Shawty, shawty what's up?
Shawty what's up?
Shawty, shawty what's up?
[Verse 7]
I can wreck in that pussy, I got insurance
Ain't worried about your man 'cause I got endurance
And you could come ride this cock, keep stirrin'
I'm sick, I need a doctor, get to curin'
What's up bro? Two bitches, I got combos
Talkin' cash, we got bank rolls
Liftin' weights my pockets on swole
We winnin', my team Super Bowl
When we shop it's by the truck load
Shawty, shawty, young look a hotty
Hangin' with me, that's your hobby
Skrrt, off in a Masarati
Do a trick on the stick, probably a ollie
Get money 'round the world bitch, ain't monopoly
Hit the strip, don't tip, I'm payin' property
Money talks, you boys mockery
JV ass ****, I'm varsity
Oops didn't, do it on 'em, pardon me
Kill a twap and the Teddy, don't charge me
[Verse 8]
Oh, I don't give a damn about your man
Shawty what's up?
E'ryday we blow loud in this bitch
Gon' ahead burn up
Game time, shit I could thwack your bitch
By the buzzer
After the show hit the hotel
No disturbance
We on the top floor, hotel suite
Shawty look up
We can have sex, let's get drunk
Do some kush ups
[Verse 9]
Shawty what's up?
Shawty, shawty what's up?
Shawty what's up?
Shawty, shawty what's up?
Written by: Brandon Reed, Kendall Johnson
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