Young Dro
Young Dro - Class lyrics
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You can't touch this shit, man It's like the Holy Grail, baby Keep playing, I'mma hold your head like a... Feel short to care I'mma show a nigga how to do it well Everything costs, sure You got money, you're a bad bitch My bad, I got a bitch on the line I'mma come back We're riding all summer Believe it or not, niggaz this is weepy Hoes are like my hot wings I'm ballin', nigga tryin' to find me I'm going to New York Hoes in Maui Money in the wallet Can anyone stop me? You can't find a nigga with a tape And A. K. A to the risk Now I got your body in the back You ain't even in the class up You ain't even in the class up What the fuck you're saying? You ain't even in the class up Hey, you tell them that Yeah! You ain't even in the class up You ain't even in the class up What the fuck you're saying? You ain't even in the class up Hey, you tell them that Hoes, I like them juicy like... Even like a cannibal, of course Like why are we at a horse? Situation in my hand, that's in my hand I'm going back to the night like Batman I eat a bitch up like pet man I'm so sick with the flow Catch that! Please, tell me what's wrong with me You niggaz are strong as me Yeah, we're fuckin' with the same bitch I'm from a band You nigga... Me? Sun is about to get viper She doesn't know nothing And tell the niggaz that she needs a diper And I thought': bitches, here, hy, this is Shorty Pull a nigga without it's position I can't call it What's the nigga you like? You ain't even in the class up You ain't even in the class up You ain't even in the class up You ain't even in the class up Hey, you tell them that