Astro - Cordoroy Couch lyrics

I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that Chilling up in my house, on my cordoroy couch My papa went out, free crib what it’s about In the heart a bit stop, just imagine the feeling Art all over my wall, keep feeling close to the ceiling Tv stuff on that tv, The Wayans Brothers on repeat Or Jamie Fox on Central, all these catch my attention Stepping outside my room on my way to the kitchen Ain’t eat nothing since morning, now my stomach is twitching Heading back in my room, finally something to write Sneaking out to the hangout, mom don’t condone the block Stepping outside the door, gotta stop by the store The Koreans is mad, African bodies galore sponsored links Hold up, get on the bus, can’t wait another second It’s too hot to be patient, pay for my snack and I’m jetting On my way to the bus bumping my music loud Dude interrupts my jam, tells me your body style Then he hands me your card, I mean mugging ‘em hard He made me stop my song right on my favorite part Finally off the bus, walking slow up the Av Delies in golden crust, Jamaicans in dollar … Stop and get me some peaches then I head to Lebron’s Homie open the door, say ‘what’s up?’ to his mom Put my bag on the floor, then we compose a beat After like 30 minutes go see what’s up in the street They go … start up a game of taps, TAP to my zit, yeah I know that ranger whack Like a hour then pa**, then we start getting hungry Back in Lebron crib, he usually got the munchies Everything going good until my mamma call Say she on her way home and asks what I want from the store I say nothing, she hang up, then I’m grabbing my stuff Ain’t even said goodbye, heading straight for the bus I snuck up about the house and my mamma didn’t make it The buss still ain’t arrived, ain’t no time to be waiting So I run in the crib, put my key in the door Then I look up to the sky and pray she ain’t get here before Started turning the knob, seemed like the coast was clear Look in the living room, it was nobody there Then I go to my room and now I’m flipping out My mamma sitting with the belts on my cordoroy couch