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str8 like dat - amber rose lyrics

[verse 1: vandal]

she love it, she love it, she love it when i eat it
t-that-that’s what a n-gga read when she tweeted
only one night then i tell her to beat it
cause like beyonce she won’t carry my fetus
you’re so mean and it ain’t no reason
it’s sunny outside then it must be the season
pull the jeans down don’t ruin my creases
now shut the f-ck up put it back on my p-n-s
cletus cletus, hercules
lookin’ for the right one that will twerk the team
long night, hard work, i don’t work for free
and that’s something in common that she’s got with me
but i am “v,” so i don’t gotta pay ho
dress so fly you’d of swore i had a halo
call me the cap better do what i say so
or get a red ring on your eye like kano
hahaha, y’all n-ggas funny like delano
tryna ball with pesos in ohao, oops ohio
ah!, aye bro seen you on cable
hand full of green or was that play-doh
i say no, i’m way too hot volcano
and money stay long like stretched out play-doh
a-hole keepin’ all the fans in check
so they pay for the show i collect the check
live life for the day what the f-cks regret?
got way more hoes than a thundercat, hooo!
making money like pit for pat
was poor, now rich, opposites attract
got bars so i gotta call a chick collect
f-ck dial tone b-tch never call me back

[hook: vandal & einstein]

ah!, gettin’ women like amber rose
i’m a chief, i’m a god, i’m an animal
“hey str8 like dat, we some fans of y’alls!”
keep eating like some mothaf-ckin’ cannibals

keep eating like some mothaf-ckin’ cannibals
“hey str8 like dat, we some fans of y’alls!”
i’m a chief, i’m a god, i’m an animal
and we stay gettin’ women like amber rose

upgrade to an amber rose
my advice is: homie is you have to go
then you outta split ways like a camel toe
cause you know that you just can’t stand a ho

if you know that you just can’t stand a ho
and you gotta split ways like a camel toe
my advice is: homie if you have to go
might as well upgrade to an amber rose

[verse 2: einstein]

look!, one thing ’bout music when it hits you feel no pain
unless you’re sitting in the back while the speakers blast and you feel this track go bang!
knock in the trunk with the windows up and your rear view mirror shake
turn-turn up the b-ss, turn up them 808’s
wait, wait, you heard them trunks rattle
from new orleans to new york and from chicago to seattle
people say we ’bout to blow up but it’s something we can handle
cause we’re suicidal bombers with fuses under our flannels
we taking over like, yessir! yessir!
we ’bout to be poppin’ a couple bottles pour the liquor! liquor!
quicker! quicker! we ’bout to be throwing a kegger! kegger!
n0body is rocking a party like us we do it better! yessir!
einstein and vandal we
bout to have the entire industry bowing down to our feet
cause we tearin’ up the clubs, and showing groupies love though
yeah right, you know they still getting the dial tone

[hook]

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