Hope wright - Hooray Henry's lyrics

The Boy Julien done talked your boy into hitting the club Party boy thinking I should come and witness the love Don't nobody feel like driving, we uber onto the homie's house Slapping fives, rolling up, like "what we talking about?" Of course b**hes. And whats exactly whats on the menu Who's showing up, and what we getting into (later) "Oh her?" "You had her?" "Got some good p**y on her?" You know a n***a had to ask in case I ever get up on her "It was straight" "Ole girl's is better" "Sara is my best" "She look like her feet stink now" The sh** is a mess Boy, Nipsey wasn't lying. Playing with your nose Got these girls losing a**. This sh** is like a show (we all star in) Its hard gin, Henny and kush "f** them old hoes. You know Me! Send me the Rooks" The 22-year old, first-time exited-to-be-arounds I'ma talk 'em UP. Then I'ma knock 'em down See real n***as play the back, not the table You know Julien, he want us front and center with the waiters Its always easy pickings. I'm happy with all my options Poppin' or not poppin'. I'm ghetto, my game is proper (I just lay it flat) I ain't a player I just f** a lot And I get the best to f** a lot Anyway, I'm bragging. But yeah, back to us at the house All of us about to leave, Orator should turn it out I just wanna see a baddie bob her head to trap sh** Mouth a couple words to Hov's 'PSA' Take a watermelon shot without flinching. Baby, thats it You gon' be my wife for the night with all of that sh** I'm a legs and breast man, now my mind doing backflips Perfectly timed strike. Energy just right My mouth piece can have a Law Student acting ratchet Have her stupid a** in Compton, f**ing, working on her masters She the Coachella type. I'm the type to do magic Have her f**ing for a week, but got her missing like a rabbit If her frieeend wanna hate. Over herrrrrre, in the way I'ma sick my brother at her, a real n***a gon' distract her Horray Henry's is the watering hole Old hoes looking strange at the new hoes Like they was never New Hoes before. You b**hes should be giving kudos They young and in the city with the LA city Kujos The dogs, the hoggs who got it all. And I'm the Pujols The hard hitting angel, my name ring from here to Pluto And that ain't een a planet. I don't gotta plan it If its the truth and they can't stand it. They're a hater Got dammit Swear to God you are listening to a God in the flesh Mack tight, like a TED Talk. Simply the best Catch me stumbling out, thumb in my phone. I "Gotta Go" "Just take me back to my car. I'm going home" Taking charge whenever p**y involved, that pot of gold I f** her and feed her food truck orders and tell her 'No' a lot Everybody in the spot, drunk, choosing up With my new boo I'm supping up. WHAT [End Bridge] Choose Up, what up Choose Up, what up Choose Up, what up Choose Up, what up The Real OPM... I'm the One Punch Man, n***a