Tha Thug Show Album

Artist(s): Slim Thug

Cover Art

Slim Thug Tha Thug Show Cover Art

Tracklist

Tha Thug Show

length: 3:23
[Intro]
Thugga, Boss Hogg Outlawz, action
It's the motherfuckin Thug Show
Hah, hah, Geah, south fire in this bitch
Slim Thugga in this bitch

[Chorus]
Good evening, welcome to Outlawz season
I'd like to say hello, you tune in to Tha Thug Show

[Verse 1]
Thugga the throwdest nigga in the universe, cooler than a fan is
Girls give me pussy, say I'm cooler than their man is
I beat it up without a fee, with you she hit the lottery
I'm on some G-shit, fair exchange, no robbery
Your money's my philosophy, millions with a apostrophy
I guess it's why these HPDs and APDs watchin me
H-Town's my property, the boss, man, I gotta be
So if you land on it, pay up, like on monopoly
Your dream bitch jockin me, but I give her no play
If you ain't fuckin, keep your lips out my rosse
You rap niggas role play, I live this shit that I talk
Welcome to the thug show, star me, thug boss

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
My whips change with the season, now could this be the reason
Your bitch mouth on my dick like she teasin
Longest a nigga breathin, I'ma be eatin, a Hogg appetite greedy
Trying to stack my next meal, so hurry up and feed me
Got two kids that need me, so I hustle til I pass out
Chasing up that paper, boy, like this my last route
Trying to make you feel me like I'm spittin out my last out
I'm richer than you niggas, don't make me pull this cash out
It ain't 'bout what you 'bout, It's more 'bout what you say
They say you can't take it with you, but fuck it, put it in my grave
I'm trying to get the heaven bait, cause I'm used to living laid
And if they got the VIP, then you gon see me on stage

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Whole team (?) starters hustle hard and party harder
This is 'bout to go down, hope you got your tape recorders
Catch me in the club wasted, bad bitch in my view
Take her home plus 2, you know how the Thugga do
Raw uncut, turn a pornstar with a slut
Beat it from behind, pull out and bust on a butt
Triple X rated, I know plenty people hate it
I'm still happy that a nigga made it
So we gon celebrate it, fire up that weed and get drunk
Fuckin act like we from ATL and this bitch get crunk
It's H-Town, still now, so Texas where the love go
I'm what you been lookin for, stay tuned for Tha Thug Show

[Chorus x2]

The Sky

length: 3:16

Gangsta

length: 4:12
[Chorus]
Gangsta from my head to my shoes*
So goddamn clean I'm giving haters the blues
Ain't too many players that played the game like I do
I'm getting rap money and getting street money too
Yeah jack I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
G.A.N.G.S.T.A.
I keep it real all day every goddamn day
And ain't goin' never change homie
I'm a stay this way a thug (a thug)

***** I'm back
The biggest Boss Hogg of em all
It's Thugga ************ leader of them Outlaws
Made the city proud rep hard for the grill (huh)
They thought we fell off still getting it how I live (cheah)
Stay up in the club, let em know we still paid (still paid)
Reppin' for the Nouf from the cradle to the grave (huh)
Gangstas don't hide so you see my face often (often)
Heater on my side so approach me with caution
Reppin' great fame I appreciate the love
But don't get it ****ed up (what)
cause ***** I'm still a thug (still a thug)
The ? got bigger, the money got longer
It's Hoggs worldwide so the team more stronger (thugga)

[Chorus]

Huh, that's right my ***** money, hoes, cars, clothes
I think I fell in love with clothes and cars and doe
I know y'all don't be seeing me at award shows
**** going commercial real *****, y'all know how it goes
Thousand dollar bottle of camante y'all know how it flows
I die once, a thousand times that's how a coward goes
You don't want none of me ***** I got power blow
Hoes as big as tennis balls that's all a six sour note
Attitude like Pimp C, cup taste like Big Moe
R.I.P. to Pat and for the Hawk, that's my big bro
Every CD in my car say "DJ Screw"
If you from Houston and you rap my ***** he made you
I keep pens and pencils like *****es I pimp them hoes
Get it out of ****, put it in my socks it's what I do with the doe
Money ain't never been mad at me I stay cool with the doe
Like a dummy when he peeing I'm a fool with the flow

[Chorus]

Haha, I can't stop I gotta make my ***** Pimp proud (R.I.P.)
That's why you see me reppin' Texas up in front of crowds (cheah)
Thugged out every ***** ride with the scratch (that's right)
Don't start **** but we stay ready for comeback
Don't know how to act, we goin **** the club up (club up)
We just like em so the gangstas *****s love us (cheah)
My street ***** get a good girl ***** wet (that's right)
She say she coming home with me, that's a bet (that's a bet)
Before the Gin we get wasted off patron straight (straight)
After that see if her friend goin' participate (huh)
Whole weight in the town got it locked down (locked down)
Got drank, got bricks, got plenty thous

[Chorus]

How We Do It

length: 3:33

[Intro: Rick Ross]
H-Town, what it do?
ROZAY!
This real talk

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I got a Chevy, got a Benz
Got a connect he keep me straight
I think he's Mexican
It's time to show these niggas how we do it
HUH! It's time to show these niggas how we do it
HUH! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it
HUH! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it
HUH! Just bought a Benz still got a paper tag
I'm on my paper chase racing where the paper at
WOO! Money bags stacked on top my money bags
Work guarantee or come and get your money back
Bummy clothes hoes used to laugh at us
Now I close deals like I'm athletic
I used to fail math as an adolescent
Leave a nigga close casket just to sent a message
Big money bitch, I'm still talking stacks
She ain't with me fucking, fuck her she walking back
30 cars and I got my lawyer fare
Killing the game damn I think I need my lawyer here (2x)
30 cars and I got my lawyer fare
Killing the game damn I think I need my lawyer here (2x)

[Hook: Rick Ross]
It's time to show these niggas how we do it
HUH! It's time to show these niggas how we do it
HUH! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it
HUH! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it

[Hook: Slim Thug]
THUGGA! It's time to show these niggas how we do it
HA! It's time to show these how we do it
HA! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it
THUGGA! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I got stupid money
Make a bitch fall in love call that Cupid money
'Vette dropped on deuce dubs it's that coupish money
I'm talking 'bout a whole club brought me through with money money? money
Stacks tall on my wall stand about my height
Hit the club spend 20 grand in one night
The type of money that let me buy everything I like
The type of money have your bitch first class flight
Long paper shit stretch like a limousine
Groan paper keep a nigga looking super clean
Jewelry box got a mil' worth of stones in it
Can buy 5 550's with this pendant
Boss bread coming in more than I can spend
Me and Ricky Ross 'bout to pay the cost again
Baby seen the Bent' says she want to take a spin
I said the only way we fucking is if she to bring a friend.HA!

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Hook: Slim Thug]

Movie

length: 3:24

Neighborhood Superstars

length: 3:51

100's

length: 4:12

Beat It Up

length: 3:36

[Slim Thug:]
Baby girl, listen up, let me holla for a second
I ain't tryin' to be rude, I'm just tryin' to get you naked
I figured if I kept it 100, you'll respect it
I know you tired of niggas lyin' to you, so check it
I ain't tryin' to settle down, but I wanna fuck
I wanna be behind you when you back that pussy up
You look like a good girl, I'm a make you my slut
I bet you like it slow, I'm a make you like it rough
See I'm the type of nigga that'll fuck your life up
Make you leave your man when he tryin' to wife you up
'Cause that nigga borin' I'm in to explorin'
You only with that nigga for them things that's important
He got a good job & a real good father
Layed in debt but damn girl. Why bother?
You need excitement in your life, fuck with me
Quit settlin' for squares, fall in love with a G

[Chorus: Dallas Blocker]
Guess what? I'm fuckin' tonight
Whether you know it or not I'm a beat that pussy right
Yeah, I'm fuckin' tonight
See, I'm a beat that pussy up
(I'm a Beat It Up) [3x]
I'm a beat that pussy up
(I'm a Beat It Up) [3x]
(I ain't gotta eat it up)

[Slim Thug:]
I'm tryin' to lay in it, then play in it
If it's good all night, I'm a stay in it
Sway in it if it's tight, I'm a get it right
Hop on top, you know what your daddy like
Ride it like a bike, baby, don't fall off
I wanna see them titties bouncin' take it all off
She tryin' to crawl off say it's in too deep
Bust so much, she quit & tryin' to fall asleep
Turn that ass over, back stroke woke her up
Grab her by hell while I slap her on the butt
I'm about to bust, pulled out snatched the rubber off
And like a trill bitch she let me put it in her mouth

[Chorus: Dallas Blocker]
Guess what? I'm fuckin' tonight
Whether you know it or not I'm a beat that pussy right
Yeah, I'm fuckin' tonight
See, I'm a beat that pussy up
(I'm a Beat It Up) [3x]
I'm a beat that pussy up
(I'm a Beat It Up) [3x]
(I ain't gotta eat it up)

[Dallas Blocker:]
Is you gon' let me rock it? Say you'll let me rock it
I'm a gon' beat it 'til the walls come a knockin'
Baby don't stop it, open, let me drop it
Turn that ass around & get it beat by Dallas Blocker
You need to never mind it, you'll be on the mountain
I'm a take a shower & just act like we've been nappin'
Guess what? I'm fuckin' tonight... yeah
So baby if your down, call me over, I will be around
I'll be on the other side of town
Hit me if you wanna fuck around

[Chorus: Dallas Blocker]
Guess what? I'm fuckin' tonight
Whether you know it or not I'm a beat that pussy right
Yeah, I'm fuckin' tonight
See, I'm a beat that pussy up
(I'm a Beat It Up) [3x]
I'm a beat that pussy up
(I'm a Beat It Up) [3x]
(I ain't gotta eat it up)

So High

length: 3:56
She likes it real slow, slow
Then we speed it up like oh, oh
Baby turn around like so, so
Now we got it just right, something that we both like
Baby we could go so high, so high
Higher than you've ever been, high
Higher than you've ever been, high

Now we got it just right, something that we both like
Baby we could go so high, so high

So high thug'll make her head touch the sky
It so good she look like she's about to cry
Opposite of drop baby stay soaking wet
It's the best-est
It's good as it gets
She rubbing' on my chest
I'm kissin' on her neck
We're goin' long goin'
Strong body full of sweat
And like a sack strong duba
Got her mind blown
Every time she come home
She trying to climb on
Addicted to the ****
Stay tryin' to get ahead
Day time, we make time just to get it quick

I tell her meet me here
Like I'm about to hit a lick
Bring her over and let her get quick

She likes it real slow, slow
Then we speed it up like oh, oh
Baby turn around like so, so
Now we got it just right, something that we both like
Baby we could go so high, so high
Higher than you've ever been, high
Higher than you've ever been, high

Now we got it just right, something that we both like
Baby we could go so high

First she wants it slow
Then she wants it beat
Then she wants it deep
Then she taps into that inner freak
Don't be shocked
Just let loose and show me how wet is your seat
I like her and she likes her
And I'm like why must we complete
Now it's three of us deep
And naughty
And I don't need no sheets
I'm sleeping in the stars
The Scorpio's my sign
So, I'm just the type of guy
We're flying where you've never been
We feelin' get high
Yes higher than you've ever been
Higher than cloud nine
We're going where you've never been
So, sit yo' *** down
Like the saying in this song
Let me see you turn around
We got it like the haters going down for the count

She likes it real slow, slow
Then we speed it up like oh, oh
Baby turn around like so, so
Now we got it just right, something that we both like
Baby we could go so high, so high
Higher than you've ever been, high
Higher than you've ever been, high

Now we got it just right, something that we both like
Baby we could go so high

I aim to please
So believe I leave you satisfied
A lifetime warranty whenever you ride
I say that with pride and I honor that
It's guaranteed good service you'll be coming back
Just like the drug, girl you need thug
Got you in love
Thug will make her heart speed up
Roll the weed up
It's time for thug bashin'
Now put your feet up
And I'm a keep smashing
Keep lessen 'till your higher than you've veer been
I take your mind and body places it ain't ever been
Yeah
Just hit me up if you need a hit
Thug boss on his way
If she need a fix

She likes it real slow, slow
Then we speed it up like oh, oh
Baby turn around like so, so
Now we got it just right, something that we both like
Baby we could go so high, so high
Higher than you've ever been, high
Higher than you've ever been, high

Now we got it just right, something that we both like
Baby we could go so high

Free

length: 4:01
Thugga (I wanna be free)

[Chorus:]
I don't need a lover
I don't need a family
I don't need a ballin' chain here keepin' me
I don't need a bride time no wide valentine
I don't need a heart that's stringin' me worldwide
I wanna be free fallin' free ballin' on the top of the city lights callin' (on top)
Don't feel sorry for me (don't feel sorry for me)
Cause I wanna be free I wanna be free

No marriage for me I'm cool to give a single life up I be a fool
Party all night (night) sleep all day (day)
Pack up and go when I wanna get away
This weekend N.Y. next L.A.
Then in Miami just to see the heat play
Settlin' down now nope not in my world why pick when I get all the pretty girls
I wanna be free and just do me welcome to the thug show it's a movie
A lot of groupies late nights and fun times no need to worry I be fine

[Chorus]

It's peace and quit when I wake up house clean no girl clothes or make-up
Smoke what I want turn the music bass up oh you tired let me call another date up
Why you mad at me baby I ain't your man I'm what they call your homie lover friend
Late night hype when you feelin' lonely (lonely) but you never ever be the one and only
I'm gone all the time to focused on my grind to be on the road with your home on my mind
I live a life that ain't right for a wife too much temptation out here every night

[Chorus]

I do what I wanna do when I want to
See who I wanna see when I want to
Be where I wanna be when I want to
Cause I'm free to do whatever I wanna do
And it feel good (good) yeah real good
No stress from my ex no more
I'm in the coupe top down
Ride solo (holla) and I won't get locked down no more

[Chorus]

Celebration

length: 3:44

Featuring T. Lanez

(Intro)
Featuring T. Lanez

(Intro)
Welcome to Texas
3rd time
Slim Thugger
Paul Wall
Mr. Rogers

(Chorus)
Uh, she want it, she want it
When she see me on them swings hitting condoms
Wutchu think? Poppin drink with Diana
A mile gone, Styrofoam got me far gone
Getting throwed, see me in the front now them bottles wanna roll
Uh, mouth piece full of gold
Shining on you haters then you hold
Don’t worry, know I…

(Verse)
Celebration, paper chasin with no hesitation
I’m higher than a Colorado elevation
One nation smoking killa, codeine tastin
My cabinet got more pain killers than a cancer pacient
One time for my home boys is gone
It’s why I’m smoking, I’m leanin and I’m gone
If you don’t get high then I suggest you gone
I’mma smoke until it’s gone
Gone, gone, I’m gone, mixed up
I’m pourin up, nothing but murr
I’m rolling up, nothing but that good buzz
Paul Wall, bitch war, much love
Crawling like a bug, riding with my judge, hold up

(Chorus)
Uh, she want it, she want it
When she see me on them swings hitting condoms
Wutchu think? Poppin drink with Diana
A mile gone, Styrofoam got me far gone
Getting throwed, see me in the front now them bottles wanna roll
Uh, mouth piece full of gold
Shining on you haters then you hold
Don’t worry, know I…

(Verse)
I’m leanin, sippin, got the hoes with tippin
Keep a slap paint drippin, watch me give them boys a whippin
When they see me pull up holling
Chain and watches golden
On the void I’m rolling, tryna find a find I’m strolling
It’s south star, better cuff yo bitches
Or we gon send em back to your room lookin suspisious
She bumpin out my riches, I down em by the dozen
She said my dick delicious, yea her and your little cousin
Drank and weed got me buzzin, swear I’m close to that gurr
I fall asleep on syrup, bumpers getting on my nerves
She blowing up my bong, pass it by my home
Please leave me alone, I got money on my dome

(Chorus)
Uh, she want it, she want it
When she see me on them swings hitting condoms
Wutchu think? Poppin drink with Diana
A mile gone, Styrofoam got me far gone
Getting throwed, see me in the front now them bottles wanna roll
Uh, mouth piece full of gold
Shining on you haters then you hold
Don’t worry, know I…

Caddy Music

length: 5:25

[Intro: Slim Thug]
Thugga
Sound like some Snoop shit
We making some Thug shit

[Verse: Slim Thug]
I'm one deep in that 'lac laid back, cruising
Came a long way from that north side of Houston
I'd never know one day I'd make it out of this trap
Or that I'd get rich off of making up a rap
Momma watching TV, brother cooking crack
Sister 14 and pregnant and that's facts
Of my life and shootouts at nite
But instead of being scared, I'm trying see the fight
We used to it cause everyday they do it
Momma thinking we dead, about to lose it
Always been a boss, never took orders
Good thing, unlike my other partners, I was smarter
When they was getting locked up, I'm grinding more harder
Half on the block, the other half on recorders
And who knew one day folks would use it
To ride and get high to, it's that cadillac music

[Hook: Devin The Dude]
It's the Cadillac music
And I hope that you can use it
If you don't have a Fleetwood
You can jam it in your Hooptie
Put it in and just ride, ride, ride
Put it in and just ride, ride, ride

[Verse: Devin The Dude]
Now this is the type of shit you have a slight lean when you ride to
Especially if you got some tight weed like I do
Cadillac creeping with the fresh brown leather
Old school simply cause the shit sound better
Seventies, just leave them be
You feeling the vibe - Ah Ah Stayin' Alive
Ohio player type shit, sugar pudding
Scooping up fine freaks fuck wuggah woofin
And I'm looking for a spot where I can chill and whatnot
When they ain't tripping on me smoking on the kill that I've got
And that's every club parking lot here that's jumping
I roll up, say hold up, bitch, stop bumping and get in
Take a spin with your boy in the Caddy
Guess I'm just a player, not a pimp, I'm not your daddy
Just a nigga that'll put some dick in ya
And I know that you can use it while you're listening to Cadillac music

[Hook: Devin The Dude]

[Verse: Dre Day]
Uh, uh, cheyeah
Why these laws keep harrassing?
They ain't got nothin better to do than put us blacks and
Ese's

[Hook: Devin The Dude X4]

...ride, ride, ride

Coming From

length: 4:11

[Hook:]
Living life in the hardest city
Understand where I'm coming from
Understand where I'm coming from

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
This where the gangstas survive
And bitch niggas died
Somebody from your block got, got, you gotta ride
Where the bitches suspicious that's why you can't trust em
Pimp, steal, hell you might not wanna fuck em
The block is on fire, them laws want you locked
Even if you pay the hustle they take the little that you got
When niggas get shot, and it ain't no big deal
Cause everybody took what even if they get killed
It's hard to cry for 'em we're so used to it live everyday like it's our last
It's like that nigga knew it
Robbing and stealing, hustling and killin'
Serve that, I just smile, living with no villain
Where they so tired of starvin' they'd rather be in jail
They go home and after tell their kids they failed
I'm from the South side of Houston, where everybodys strapped
But I love my hood so I put it on the map

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
I come from the rock bottom, trains and steel mills
My partner fuck school, he'd rather rock chrome wheels
Babys been having babies like condoms they never made 'em
Give them up to their parents cause surely they couldn't raise 'em
Let the curtain fall fuck the laws and the judge
Sendin' niggas up the creek for selling drugs they gave to us
My grandma always used to say cherish what you love
Cause God is comin' soon for me and you to take us up above
They hollin' change here but I got bills due
So pardon me when Imma eat and I don't feel you
Just let me smoke my weed and drank upon this chill brew
And reminisce on life when it was laid back and chill too
I'm still pourin out for partners that did pass
But never pour too much cause I try to make it last
Make do with what I got I appreciate what I have
If you ain't searchin' for the truth then why you asked
Mississippi where I'm comin' from

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: J-Dawg]
I'm from the home of religion where they searching for a way
Where they sent you far away
And they got less than any but still got the most faith
Home of the G's, land of the slaves
Rest in peace and much respect to all my G's that passed away
And on that note I lost two more the other day
Where the good die young and the kids duck strays
On the way to school jumpin' over blood pools
You can smell it in they clothes, its like the Devil's burnt through
And they immune to it, how is this normal?
Where the babies get burned and preachers call that karma
See where I'm from they will tell us anything
Like fuck it if we crash, they just want us out they lane
Yeah man, that's a motherfucking shame
And every gutter is the same, but different motherfuckin' drain
I'm from the slums, gorilla red off chromes (?)
Where you better not come, rich niggas get done
And the bricks bitch, ugh!

Murda

length: 3:53

Do it Again

length: 4:33
Roc-A-Fella y'all know what this is
We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink down
and report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas we givin y'all five seconds to get close to a exit
It's about to get real ugly in here
Five seconds is up - let's go!

Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh)
Throw the hands up (*****s)
Throw the hands up (*****es)
Throw the hands up (bustas)
Throw the hands up (hustlers)
Throw the hands up (hoes)
Throw the hands up (boasters)
Throw the hands up (MAC)

You know how Mac come through on the club tip
E'rybody real deep on that thug ****
Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug ****
Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick
Told y'all real high, when I come you can try
If you want, you can die, if you want to
We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
***** "Back That Azz Up" like Juvenile (huh)
When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece
You know Mac come through with a line of freaks
Every ***** on the hit be a 9 at least
We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it down like this
Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, in case a clown wanna flip
Mac never slip in the club
Told y'all *****z four-fifth in the club
If a ***** wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how *****z get in the club
**** you know how I be, all high in V.I.P.
Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay)
*****z be all liquored up, talkin' ****
'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got *****es in the back bouncin' to "Jigga What"
You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up

(E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up
(E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up

12 AM on the way to the club (uh)
1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)
2 AM now I'm gettin' with her (what up?)
3 AM now I'm splittin' with her (splittin' with who?)
4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house)
5 AM now we at my house (uh)
6 AM I be diggin' her out (who?)
6:15 I be kickin 'her out (what?)
7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh)
12AM we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
(We gon' do it again)

By the way, yo..
How the **** you gon' talk about MC's on our heel?
When we just cop them things homie the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
Any given times a hundred G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills
"He's alright, but he's not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a field
Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel
****, you gotta a flow that's cool with me
You got a little dough that cool with me
You got a little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all ************s could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
Bout as blue as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?
*****z shipped two million, then I blew the three
Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all *****z ain't rappin' the same
**** the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same **** happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out
The game is ours, we'll never foul out
Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw yo' hands up - *****z, *****es, bustas
Hustlers - **** THAT (throw the hands up)

12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh)
1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh)
2 AM now I'm checkin' the mix (ah yeah)
3 AM now he buyin' me drinks (what you drinkin' on?)
4 AM exit the club (let's go)
5 AM think he gettin' some butt (that's right)
6 AM ***** still ain't bust (what?)
6:15 ***** will get up (uh)
7 AM gotta tell my friends (uh-huh)
12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh
I'ma do it again
12 AM I'ma do it again
(Uh-huh, uh, uh.. let's go)

12 AM on the way to the club
1 AM DJ made it a rub
2 AM now I'm gettin' with her
3 AM now I'm splittin' with her
4 AM at the waffle house
5 AM now we at my house
6 AM I be diggin' her out
6:15 I be kickin' her out
7 AM I'ma call my friends
12 AM we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
Let's go