Future - Pajama Pants lyrics

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Future - Pajama Pants lyrics

[Pre-Hook – Future] I'm fresh to d**h, I need an ambulance I like a bad Puerto Rican on a handstand Never talk 'bout what she be wearing off in the club I'm talking bout what that b**h be wearing off in my room [Hook] In my room, get it popping in them pajama pants Get it popping in them pajama pants In my room, get it popping in them pajama pants Get it popping in them pajama pants [Verse 1 – Nick Cannon] Tell the white girls to pop it, tell the black girls to drop it Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, do it again, don't stop it Don't want to see you in no skirt Don't want to see you in no bra Got some hoes and some hoes and some hoes in this house She came in the club with her friends, so now I'm f**ing her friends You know how we go with them hating a** hoes (Yo it's Nick Cannon and Migos!) But don't believe the rumors, f** college girls and cougars They creeping in my room tryna cut like Freddy Krueger Them strippers I salute you, church girls, hallelujah Even got your grandmamma twerk-t**ng out her bloomers Them strippers I salute you, church girls, hallelujah Even got your grandmamma twerk-t**ng out her bloomers [Pre-Hook – Future] I'm fresh to d**h, I need an ambulance I like a bad Puerto Rican on a handstand Never top out when she be wearing off in the club I'm talking bout what that b**h be wearing off in my room [Hook] In my room, get it popping in them pajama pants Get it popping in them pajama pants In my room, get it popping in them pajama pants Get it popping in them pajama pants [Verse 2 – Takeoff] She pop lock and drop it, and shawty Korean She twerk it, she roll it, her body like Shakira Migos, Nick Cannon, we wyling out Lil mama she bad, she standing out Trap out the bando, I'm hiding out She t**ng it, making that money for certain She hit the bedroom and she squirting [?], lord have mercy Then I pull up in the Fisker, but never tell her that I miss her [Verse 3 – Quavo] She can pop it in pajamas, take her to the Bahamas She can smoke up all my reefer, she be introduced to my mama Like a pizza, delivery to the neighbors And you can catch me with Nick Cannon, wyling out on vacation We on our way to the top, Migos party at the top floor And you can't attend this party ‘less you got on pajamas [Verse 3 – Traphik] I say, who got the nicest cakes up in they PJs Could it be them east coast latino mamis t**ng in BK Or, could it be that LA face, with a but from the bay Either way, put that cake in my face like it's my b-day She know just what she doing when she doing what she does I take a couple shots up off her booty till I'm buzzed Cause, I feel that Henny pumping through my blood Don't like my b**hes skinny, I just like a little budge So if you got that apple, maybe peach, maybe a plum My banana's in pajamas so watch out cause here I come A movie from Nick Cannon cause I beat it like a drum Got my hands up on her cakes and then I squeeze em till their crumbs Wake up in the morning, make a sandwhich and I'm swazy You cannot have my babys, I'm so sorry, please don't hate me She said if I wore my PJs then I thought that you would date me I said no you had it backwards baby, I was only JP [Hook] In my room, get it popping in them pajama pants Get it popping in them pajama pants In my room, get it popping in them pajama pants Get it popping in them pajama pants