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charlie murphy - attention lyrics

[intro: dave chappelle & bailey]
f-ck yo couch, n-gga
yeah f-ck yo couch n-gga
let me tell you about this sh-t
if a motherf-cker spill his motherf-cking drink on you in the club while you fresh, he f-cking up yo couch man
if a b-tch loud as h-ll in yo ear while you trying to get yo smoke on and you asleep, she f-cking up yo couch man
if the police come around this motherf-cker messing up ya paper, they f-cking up yo couch

[verse 1: bailey]
i’m h-lla in the spot just flossing b-tch
stepping on shoes, disrespecting, and tossing sh-t
when i’m outside, n-gga, i’mma pee on ya whip
f-ck the bartender, nah, i ain’t leaving a tip
and i’mma let a broad know that if her -ss is whack
straight mean mugging n-ggas til they mad at that
perhaps i go around this motherf-cker with a cup of moët, spitting on them hoes’ necks
flipping over tables, throwing chairs at the dj, shoving n-ggas, f-ck what security say
putting holes in the speakers by the velvet rope, in the non-smoking area, is h-lla smoke
just stomping, n-gga like i own this place, the promoter mad, i can see it on his face
if a n-gga do a lot i’mma punch him in his mouth
i don’t gotta be in ya house to f-ck up yo couch, yeah b-tch

[hook: bailey]
you gotta twist wit it, do like this wit it
move yo hips side to side, put yo fist wit it
f-ck yo couch n-gga, f-ck yo couch n-gga, f-ck yo couch n-gga, f-ck yo couch n-gga
you gotta twist wit it, do like this wit it
move yo hips side to side, put yo fist wit it
f-ck yo couch n-gga, f-ck yo couch n-gga, f-ck yo couch n-gga, f-ck yo couch n-gga

[verse 2: bailey]
yeah man, you better fix grandma’s plastic
i’m coming to yo hood and i got bad habits
i’mma toss rotten eggs til they smell like bums
hit the hood liquor store, sell my drugs
do fishtails and donuts, f-ck yo couch
knocking this right here, til the amps blow out
i don’t really care about nothing, i’m stuntin’
posted on the block and the engine ain’t runnin’
slide out, rob a n-gga hide out, leave the trash
like the residue, dope scale, seeds, and bags
hit yo hood everyday you’ll be thinking how can he
roll through the hood and make it hot as miami
holla at ya main b-tch getting the p-ss
cause she know when you a square, that’s clearly a wuss
only give the type of gs west philly a cook
i could lie about how i feel, but its really the hook

[hook: bailey]

[verse 3: bailey]
see, i’ll be all up in people halls, dumping ashes laughin’
spitting, wiping snot, f-ck using a napkin
running in the fitting room, while hoes undress
they leaving used condoms on yo man’s front steps
taking n-ggas b-tches from right under they armpit
she used to lead the choir, now she stripping on market
if its not ya girl’s couch, then i’m f-cking up some other hoes
in the laundry mat, throwing bleach on ya color clothes
hoes know i’m lil’ daddy wit clout
it pays off for checking in the cracks of the couch
i’m in the town giving all the wrong directions
if they upset, tell ’em what the song suggest and

[hook: bailey]

[outro: charlie murphy & dave chappelle]

- charlie murphy lyrics

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