You Are Now Leaving Mermaid City
What the fuck was that
Aye nigga
Fuck you doing
What y'all doing in there
Oh nah see
Y'all tripping
And who the fuck been drinking my
Who drunk my champagne
Nah nigga that goddamn Hennessy and that Gin is for y'all
Nah tell them hoes to drink that Paul Masson
Y'all ain't bout to drink my shit up
You know what
Naw, you ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up out my tip
Before I have a fit
Take your bitch
Your guns and clips
And get the fuck up out my shit
See y'all don't know how to act
Black people get somewhere and just lose they cap
People breaking my glasses
Why you in the kitchen for
If you wanted an ass whooping
Then you getting what you wishing for
Don't take it out on me
Leave the weed
But you can take you heels and your weave and just leave
And where the fuck y'all park at
They gone tow y'all shit
Cuz it's probably somewhere that you ain't supposed to have no cars at
I can't believe this
You invite people over for a party
And they jumping off the walls just like Jeff Hardy
Who drunk my champagne up
See y'all done fucked the whole thing up
My crib is way too small
To fit a bunch of fools that act just like y'all
It's too much like right
To treat the host with respect
Y'all ruined the whole night
But I, tip toe to the beach to holler at a freak
Liquored up and gone off the weed
Come upstairs, we gone get it on after they leave
Baby sit right there.
Who cut my PlayStation on
It ain't no WiFi
Why lie
I'm a Sagittarius and I'm faded off the mytai
They asking why so serious
Feeling like Eddie's father on delirious
Naw nigga I ain't looking for no pity
Knowing I'm a p like diddy
You can take your bottle, backwoods, and the bitch with the sagging ass titties
And get the fuck out of Mermaid City bitch
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
Aye nigga
Fuck you doing
What y'all doing in there
Oh nah see
Y'all tripping
And who the fuck been drinking my
Who drunk my champagne
Nah nigga that goddamn Hennessy and that Gin is for y'all
Nah tell them hoes to drink that Paul Masson
Y'all ain't bout to drink my shit up
You know what
Naw, you ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up out my tip
Before I have a fit
Take your bitch
Your guns and clips
And get the fuck up out my shit
See y'all don't know how to act
Black people get somewhere and just lose they cap
People breaking my glasses
Why you in the kitchen for
If you wanted an ass whooping
Then you getting what you wishing for
Don't take it out on me
Leave the weed
But you can take you heels and your weave and just leave
And where the fuck y'all park at
They gone tow y'all shit
Cuz it's probably somewhere that you ain't supposed to have no cars at
I can't believe this
You invite people over for a party
And they jumping off the walls just like Jeff Hardy
Who drunk my champagne up
See y'all done fucked the whole thing up
My crib is way too small
To fit a bunch of fools that act just like y'all
It's too much like right
To treat the host with respect
Y'all ruined the whole night
But I, tip toe to the beach to holler at a freak
Liquored up and gone off the weed
Come upstairs, we gone get it on after they leave
Baby sit right there.
Who cut my PlayStation on
It ain't no WiFi
Why lie
I'm a Sagittarius and I'm faded off the mytai
They asking why so serious
Feeling like Eddie's father on delirious
Naw nigga I ain't looking for no pity
Knowing I'm a p like diddy
You can take your bottle, backwoods, and the bitch with the sagging ass titties
And get the fuck out of Mermaid City bitch
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get out of here
You ain't got to go home
But you gotta get up, get out, and get on
Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Moore
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