lirik lagu hooray henry’s – hope wright
the boy julien done talked your boy into hitting the club
party boy thinking i should come and witness the love
don’t n0body feel like driving, we uber onto the homie’s house
slapping fives, rolling up, like “what we talking about?”
of course b-tches. and whats exactly whats on the menu
who’s showing up, and what we getting into (later)
“oh her?” “you had her?” “got some good p-ssy on her?”
you know a n-gga had to ask in case i ever get up on her
“it was straight” “ole girl’s is better” “sara is my best”
“she look like her feet stink now” the sh-t is a mess
boy, nipsey wasn’t lying. playing with your nose
got these girls losing -ss. this sh-t is like a show (we all star in)
its hard gin, henny and kush
“f-ck them old hoes. you know me! send me the rooks”
the 22-year old, first-time exited-to-be-arounds
i’ma talk ’em up. then i’ma knock ’em down
see real n-ggas play the back, not the table
you know julien, he want us front and center with the waiters
its always easy pickings. i’m happy with all my options
poppin’ or not poppin’. i’m ghetto, my game is proper (i just lay it flat)
i ain’t a player i just f-ck a lot
and i get the best to f-ck a lot
anyway, i’m bragging. but yeah, back to us at the house
all of us about to leave, orator should turn it out
i just wanna see a baddie bob her head to trap sh-t
mouth a couple words to hov’s ‘psa’
take a watermelon shot without flinching. baby, thats it
you gon’ be my wife for the night with all of that sh-t
i’m a legs and breast man, now my mind doing backflips
perfectly timed strike. energy just right
my mouth piece can have a law student acting ratchet
have her stupid -ss in compton, f-cking, working on her masters
she the coach-lla type. i’m the type to do magic
have her f-cking for a week, but got her missing like a rabbit
if her frieeend wanna hate. over herrrrrre, in the way
i’ma sick my brother at her, a real n-gga gon’ distract her
horray henry’s is the watering hole
old hoes looking strange at the new hoes
like they was never new hoes before. you b-tches should be giving kudos
they young and in the city with the la city kujos
the dogs, the hoggs who got it all. and i’m the pujols
the hard hitting angel, my name ring from here to pluto
and that ain’t een a planet. i don’t gotta plan it
if its the truth and they can’t stand it. they’re a hater got dammit
swear to god you are listening to a god in the flesh
mack tight, like a ted talk. simply the best
catch me stumbling out, thumb in my phone. i “gotta go”
“just take me back to my car. i’m going home”
taking charge whenever p-ssy involved, that pot of gold
i f-ck her and feed her food truck orders and tell her ‘no’ a lot
everybody in the spot, drunk, choosing up
with my new boo i’m supping up. what
[end bridge]
choose up, what up
choose up, what up
choose up, what up
choose up, what up
the real opm…
i’m the one punch man, n-gga
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