Mudhouse
(Let's do this, come on
Yeah)
Well, it's 4 in the morning in the back of the Beamer
Now, mama, what's up? I know that you're a schemer
But you can't be fronting when it comes to this
Put down your bag of tricks, give me a kiss
I gotta castle in Paris, got a crib in the city
I said I'd get you something nice, something pretty
And I did and you liked it like that
The beat's so big and the beat's so fat
Because we up in the mudhouse, over in the club
Getting crunk, bling bling, I got some love for you
Ass moving so fast, can't think
Big butts bouncing up on the sink
I wish you was here but I can't be sure
The night's all black, everything's a blur
Got my jacket on, smoking, looking like juice
Honey on my table and my shit's all loose
Saying, ain't got no dope
All got's my forty
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Got my club jeans on and my car's in a ditch
Ain't that the bitch?
My shoes are Nicaraguan, my sock are crew
I got my hair slicked back so I can check out you
I got some nice shit to say and it sounds so good
You wanna write it down so when you're back in the hood
That you check back with it as you hit the pipe
And make sweet love to it all night
Up in the mudhouse, over in the club
Yo, we getting crunk, bling bling, got some love for you
Ass moving so fast, can't think
The big butts bouncing up on the sink
I wish you was here but I can't be sure
The night's all black and everything's a blur
I got my jacket on, smoking, looking like juice
Honey on my table and my shit's all loose
Saying, ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey baby
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope...
Yeah)
Well, it's 4 in the morning in the back of the Beamer
Now, mama, what's up? I know that you're a schemer
But you can't be fronting when it comes to this
Put down your bag of tricks, give me a kiss
I gotta castle in Paris, got a crib in the city
I said I'd get you something nice, something pretty
And I did and you liked it like that
The beat's so big and the beat's so fat
Because we up in the mudhouse, over in the club
Getting crunk, bling bling, I got some love for you
Ass moving so fast, can't think
Big butts bouncing up on the sink
I wish you was here but I can't be sure
The night's all black, everything's a blur
Got my jacket on, smoking, looking like juice
Honey on my table and my shit's all loose
Saying, ain't got no dope
All got's my forty
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Got my club jeans on and my car's in a ditch
Ain't that the bitch?
My shoes are Nicaraguan, my sock are crew
I got my hair slicked back so I can check out you
I got some nice shit to say and it sounds so good
You wanna write it down so when you're back in the hood
That you check back with it as you hit the pipe
And make sweet love to it all night
Up in the mudhouse, over in the club
Yo, we getting crunk, bling bling, got some love for you
Ass moving so fast, can't think
The big butts bouncing up on the sink
I wish you was here but I can't be sure
The night's all black and everything's a blur
I got my jacket on, smoking, looking like juice
Honey on my table and my shit's all loose
Saying, ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey baby
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope
All got's my forty, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby
I can call my shorty
Ain't got no dope...
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Schneider
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