Claremont Lounge Lyrics - The Charm - Bubba Sparxxx

Haha, yeah 

It is I (it is I) 

I don't know 'bout all that other shit, can't call that 

But beside this motherfucker right here 

This motherfuckin boo 

Hey that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday 

Hey what I motherfuckin do I rap, I rap 

Hey, what's happenin 

God dammit 

Get these pussies off me, will ya? 

I love it, haha 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

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I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge) 

The money's low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge) 

Cause I'll be right back (right back) and the money'll follow 

It's cloudy today, it'll be sunny tomorrow 

I promise (promise), honest, every week let's do some other shit 

Liver than that other shit, bitch I'm still the fuckin shit 

I've got my publishing (check) and my royalities (check) 

Never lost loyalty, it's Organized Noize and B 

You bitch, you already know the remainin 

Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it (nope) 

I got a cave bitch (white girl), she's a cheerleader (pom pom) 

I split a 12 with her (Miller Lite), she licked this here penis 

Snatched her from a ballplayer, that wasn't playin ball 

He paid for it all, but she wouldn't take it off (ha) 

So I'ma take it off his hands, I know you heard of that 

And I'ma murder that furry cat for a fact 

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I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge 

The Claremont Lounge, the Claremont Lounge 

And once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin down 

it's goin down, right now it's goin down 

Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues (on vogues) 

In Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit a hoodrat ho (Mooney) 

She got three kids and about four goals (four goals) 

She serve her pop ex and fuck other hoes 

She used to fuck with this nigga named Tone, that was on 

Even frontin her the zones, 'til he died in born homes (laughing) 

he was killed by a young nigga creepin with the chrome 

Took the money out the trunk and like sixteen zones 

But fuck that, let's take it back to the 'lac 

Me and this batch laidback burnin purp sacks (okay) 

High as fuck, contemplatin million dollar plans (uh huh) 

She a million dollar bitch and I'ma million dollar man (million dollar man) 

Only thing missin is about a million dollars (what?) 

Sent her ass to the country with the work and a Impala 

I gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy down 

And I'll meet you in a week at the Claremont Lounge (yeah) 

Hey look, I chillin in the lounge and this girl gonna walk in the bathroom 

She said damn you look cute, but why you ain't got no tattoos 

I said I didn't come to look cute, Cool came to cut (cut) 

And damn you look cute, why you ain't got no butt (butt, ooooo) 

Hey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed 

Cause I see this sucker checkin me, while I'm checkin the mix 

So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit 

Man you better be like G-Rock and "go and get that bitch" (go and get that bitch) 

I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back 

Man you ought to be ashamed to run your mouth like that 

This my house, don't tell me how to do my thing 

I don't like you, you really on my promotional team (ooooo) 

See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot 

See I could of got you a bitch at the video shoot 

But you to busy out here lookin cute tryna take your shirt off 

If we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned off