Sunset Strip lyrics - Afroman
Sunset Strip
Sunset Strip
Sunset Strip
Sunset Strip
The sun is shining, I'm reclining
In my six toots
I lean forward, jack up the bat
Then I hit the juice
See a sign through Hollywood
My switch is as hot and the weather is good
Mopping foam, playing ODs
Dipping down Sunset with my OGs
I grew up in the ghetto, a young broke Crip
Now I'm hitting switches on the Sunset Strip
Outside with my Gs, we smoking trees
On the Sunset Strip
Low riding sunset on Ds
On the Sunset Strip
Everybody know we making that cheese
On the Sunset Strip
Going round the corner on threes
On the Sunset Strip
Hit the switch, hit the gas station
Car hops twerking, showing ass rotation
Now my passenger got an ass on her
Spice One is the tape she prefer
Her name is Jin, she's down to spin
She brought a friend willing to bend
Over and let me stick it in
She'll suck me and lick me with a grin
She just wanna ride, she just wanna dip
In my low rider down the Sunset Strip
Outside with my Gs, we smoking trees
On the Sunset Strip
Low riding sunset on Ds
On the Sunset Strip
Everybody know we making that cheese
On the Sunset Strip
Going round the corner on threes
On the Sunset Strip
Playing a plan, Jin was cool
But I'm looking for a girl from the old school
Cruising down sunset with my shades on
Sun going down but I still go 'em on
Picked up my homie to see what's going down
Tryna find a party or a ladies' playground
Looking for the hoes, not one in sight
TNA on the sign with neon lights
Outside with my Gs, we smoking trees
On the Sunset Strip
Low riding sunset on Ds
On the Sunset Strip
Everybody know we making that cheese
On the Sunset Strip
Going round the corner on threes
On the Sunset Strip
Lemon Pound Cake lyrics - Afroman
The Adams County Sheriff kicked on my door
Then I heard the glass break
They found no kidnapping victims
Just some Lemon Pound Cake
Mamma's Lemon Pound Cake
It tastes so nice
It made the Sheriff wanna put down his gun
And cut him a slice
(Of what? Of what?)
Lemon Pound Cake
He wanna put down his glock
Lemon Pound Cake
Trending on TikTok
Lemon Pound Cake
He's a family guy
Lemon Pound Cake
Got the munchies because he got high
Lemon Pound Cake, Pound Cake
He's a Adams County Sheriff
He's hungry and he's big as hell (hmmm)
He was sniffing for weed
Then he smelled another smell (what was that?)
Mamma's Lemon Pound Cake
It tastes so nice
It made the Sheriff wanna put down his gun
And cut him a slice
(Of what? Of what?)
Lemon Pound Cake
He wanna put down his glock
Lemon Pound Cake
Trending on TikTok
Lemon Pound Cake
He's a family guy
Lemon Pound Cake
Got the munchies because he got high
Lemon Pound Cake, Pound Cake
He''s sees my cake and my porno mag called 'Boom, Boom'
Something happened to his camera on the way to the evidence room
Mamma's Lemon Pound Cake
It tastes so nice
Make the Sheriff wanna put down his gun
And cut him a slice
(Of what? Of what?)
Lemon Pound Cake
He wanna put down his glock
Lemon Pound Cake
Trending on TikTok
Lemon Pound Cake
He's a family guy
Lemon Pound Cake
Got the munchies because he got high
Lemon Pound Cake, Pound Cake
Lemon Pound Cake
He wanna put down his glock
Lemon Pound Cake
Trending on TikTok
Lemon Pound Cake
He's a family guy
Lemon Pound Cake
Got the munchies because he got high
Lemon Pound Cake, Pound Cake
Wet Tight Energy lyrics - Afroman
Hey mama
When you gone start paying
Pimp daddy, I can be your reality
I see you got that wet tight energy
Ladies pull out their breast and they go live
While I sign em and drink Colt 45
Make her sang to this thang like a microphone
Stick it in her pussy and I fuck her all night long
Ain't too many bitches that can handle me
Pimp daddy I can be your reality
Imma tell you how I want it
Fire up the kush and get blunted
Feel good don't it?
Gentleman call you madam
Fuck you in my Stacy Adams
I'm just being honest
Dick long, hard as steel
Fuck you in my '83 Coupe Deville
Gang the skank, keep my money top ranked
She can keep her little two cents in the bank
I like what I see
A boss like me need an employee
She between the sheets getting paid lowkey
Make a trick where a rubber, but no not me
On the count of three, tricks pay for the hunnid
Bad bitches bring real pimps money
Bad bitches hate a pimp cause he ain't no trick
Pimp suit, gator boots with a big 'ol dick, uhh
Pimp daddy, I can be your reality
I see you got that wet tight energy
Ladies pull out their breast and they go live
While I sign em and drink Colt 45
Not too many bitches that can handle me
Give a pimp that wet tight energy
Not too many bitches that can handle me
Give a pimp that wet tight energy
Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)
That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)
Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)
That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)
Imma tell you how I want it
1, 2, 3, get blunted
Imma real pimp
Them tricks are phony, what you want?
Steak or bologna?
I'm just being honest women find my dick tasty
Cumming real hard in they mouth from the race play
First class fly way, Rolls Royce because I got high way
Every night we do it my way
On the count of three, trick pay for the hunnid
Bad bitches bring real pimps money
Bad bitches hate a pimp cause he ain't no trick
Pimp suit, gator boots with a big 'ol dick, ayye
Pimp daddy, I can be your reality
I see you got that wet tight energy
Ladies pull out their breast and they go live
While I sign em and drink Colt 45
Not too many bitches that can handle me
Give a pimp that wet tight energy
Not too many bitches that can handle me
Give a pimp that wet tight energy
Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)
That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)
Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)
That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)
(Got that wet tight) Ohh
(Got that wet tight)
(Got that wet tight, wet tight, wet tight)
(Got that wet tight)
(Got that wet tight)
(This is that wet tight)
(Wet tight, wet tight, wet tight baby)
(Ohh yeah)
(Camel toe babe)
(Oh bae, baby)
(Do-do-do-do-do-do...)
(Wet tight energy)
(I need that wet tight energy girl, yeah)
(Oh, baby)
(Lemon pound cake)
I Need $ lyrics - Afroman
Man, these gas prices is higher than me man
Look at this inflation man
I got this little bitty for you
If this song don't blow up on TikTok, I'm bad at my job
I really need some money (money)
Hey, I need money
Can I get some money (money)
I really need some money
Not tryna be funny (funny)
It ain't funny (funny)
I say it ain't funny (funny)
I really need money
I don't know what to do (do)
It's 2022 (22)
I still owe you (you)
And you, you and you yeah
I really need some money (money)
Hey, I need money (ah, ah)
Can I get some money (money)
I really need some money
Not tryna be funny (funny)
Hey, it ain't funny
I say it ain't funny (funny)
I really need money
I know one day (day)
I'll be stupid paid
But today I'm broker
And need pay
I really need some money (money)
Hey, I need money
Can I get some money (money)
I really need some money
Not tryna be funny (funny)
Hey, it ain't funny
I say it ain't funny (funny)
I really need money
I'm so broke (so broke)
I'm so broke (so broke)
I'm so broke
It's no joke (no joke)
It's no joke (no joke)
It's no joke
I'm so broke (so broke)
I'm so broke (so broke)
I'm so broke
It's no joke (no joke)
It's no joke (no joke)
It's no joke
I really need some money (money)
Hey, I need money (ah, ah)
Can I get some money (money)
I really need some money
Not tryna be funny (funny)
Hey, it ain't funny
I say it ain't funny (funny)
I really need money (ah, ah)
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
48 Hrs lyrics - Afroman
Oh, yeah
Afroman, what up O.G
They didn't see this comin' did they
Woo
First I get to smokin'
And then I get to drinkin'
And then it's like I can't slow down (slow down)
E'ry thing in slow-motion
The fuck was I thinkin'
I feel like I might never turn down (turn down)
I been up for 48 hours
I ain't tryna go to sleep
(I ain't tryna go to sleep)
I been up for 48 hours
I ain't tryna go to sleep
(I ain't tryna go to sleep)
My phone ringin' buncha missed calls
My ass shakin' from the withdrawals
I'm seein' double like criss-cross
My wifey yellin' she's pissed off
Keeps tellin' me to come home
But I can't leave till this buzz gone
I keep askin' her what's wrong
Empty beer bottles on the front lawn
Hot as a 'saff and I don't even know
We just ran out of 40s let's go get some mo'
Rollin' up dope when I'm pourin' Patrón
So I light it then inhale the smoke in my nose
Shout out to the O.G. Afroman
When we drop 'dis it better get a platinum plaque
We got 'em stressed out
They might need an Ativan
Let's have a party in the Chevrolet Astrovan
Now I'm feelin' wavy in that pink Mercedes
Kush so green like I'm in the Navy
I don't never chase and I been livin' dangerous
Now I'm cross-eyed and I'm feelin' lazy
My therapist told me to go get some help
I drank so many 40s I'm pissin' myself
As soon as I'm sober I'll figure it out
Till then keep my name and my dick out ya' mouth
From Cali' to Canada this shit official
I'm crematin' rappers to roll in my Swisher
I'm busin' 'em down and I don't need no scissors
They pawin' out 40s and posin' for pictures
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' me
Buddy, I'm raw
I keep doin' my thang
Gettin' money on tour
I been up for 48, I might need 24 more
Me 'n Afroman set another high score
First I get to smokin'
And then I get to drinkin'
And then it's like I can't slow down (slow down)
E'ry thing in slow-motion
The fuck was I thinkin'
I feel like I might never turn down (turn down)
I been up for 48 hours
I ain't tryna go to sleep
(I ain't tryna go to sleep)
I been up for 48 hours
I ain't tryna go to sleep
(I ain't tryna go to sleep)
Dick is so slick, gator boots
67 slick prostitutes
Them hip cuffs, them stay kank
Them fur coats, them go right
That Cadillac with them bow ties
Makin' money all durin' the Coronavirus
Smokin' to the airport, flyin' first class
Flight attendant past, meet in first class
She turned around and show me her fat ass
Sat on my lap and took pictures, do a pass
Though I got baggage out the baggage claim
She tag me on IG and DMed the names
Hustlin' game, fortunate fame
Young and old people they all know my name
Limousine, plenty green to the hotel
Girls wanna smoke with the rapper from Dale
Meet 'n then greet, swisher n' sweetin'
I got the munchies, Im eatin' n' eatin'
Bluetooth (tooth)
Green room
Colt 45 I do consume
Reach in the cooler and pull out a drink
Smoke on my dank, say what I think
Buzzin' on liquor
Performance was sicker
I like my girls thicker, she let me dick 'er
Speakers was bumpin', the people was jumpin'
The woman was humpin', my lyrics were thumpin'
Perfect attendant, perfect endin'
Afroman, Merkules trendin'
Rags, riches, fans, bitches
Parkin' lot pimpin', money, bitches
Work wit' jeez like Merkules
Make ya girl twerk then skate on deez
First I get to smokin'
And then I get to drinkin'
And then it's like I can't slow down (slow down)
E'ry thing in slow-motion
The fuck was I thinkin'
I feel like I might never turn down (turn down)
I been up for 48 hours
I ain't tryna go to sleep
(I ain't tryna go to sleep)
I been up for 48 hours
I ain't tryna go to sleep
(I ain't tryna go to sleep)
It's All Right lyrics - Afroman
It's alright even though am not in the spotlight
Amma get pay even though you don't wanna pay me right
It's not about the come up, it's about the come back
Pipcup pipzoo gedaboo, vouges on my catalogue
My beer not selling, weed business failing
Snake came keep cup am still bailing loss money on hoes, loss money on shows
The rap game not respecting my flows
My son and my daughter ask when you coming home
I think about my woman, and my fleek wood bros
My Mama's gettin old, the world's gettin cold
No show ticket, a record sold
I make more at the house than I do in the street
While I burn bean and smoke swish
Build a studio, get my bars up
Take some weed money, fix my cars up
Get the cally get the mustard, get the turn up green
Get the smart TV, with the plasma screens
Make love to my baby mothers
Laugh with my kids and watch the blues brothers
It's alright even though am not in the spotlight
Amma get pay even though you don't wanna pay me right
It's not about the come up, it's about the come back
Pipcup pipzoo gedaboo, vouges on my catalogue
People think they got it bad, but they really got it good
But they won't know until they go Hollywood
Reveal, remodel, organise my house
Spend time with my kids, break up with my spouse
Write me a rap song from the heart
Pick up a pencil and draw some art
Take care of my mom and my grand daddy
Lowrap my sixtools and 83cardi
Everyday I play my music
It's a privilege when you get to choose it
Making the pictures on my computers
Look at the women, look at the hoods
Every rapper wanna be number one
But out off the spotlight, I can still have fun
Fame, I had it before, Check game i dont need it no more
It's alright even though am not in the spotlight
Amma get pay even though you don't wanna pay me right
It's not about the come up, it's about the come back
Pipcup pipzoo gedaboo, vouges on my catalogue
Mehhh, I mingle with the stars and nobody call me
So much wasting energy, makes me wanna vomit
My post, don't get no likes
My album, don't get no mics
My videos, don't get no views
Am the only person sipping my brews
My girl, don't really love me she thinks am beneath and she's above me
She gat a nice behind see
She don't stand behind me, she don't mind me
Matter of fact, she undermines me
That's okay, am a PIMP drinking out my pimp cup till its empty
Gang mehh ain't over till the day I die
And am a spotlight amma still look fly
Nine times outta TM, afro mother fucking M A E M
We'll do it again, don't let me get back on a radio
Amma pimp and you know you gotta pay me oh
It's alright even though am not in the spotlight
Amma get pay even though you don't wanna pay me right
It's not about the come up, it's about the come back
Pipcup pipzoo gedaboo, vouges on the catalogue
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