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[Verse 1: Croosh] Croosh with the sauce, sipping on Voss Young man daddy never tripping on broads Ash in the black, gas in my lungs Made in 96', do the math bitch I'm young Got funds, hand full of ones Looking at me mad cause I'm handsome and young Sipping on rum at a party in East LA Thottie hit me for that addy so she already on the way aye aye Watch-Watch her drop it like a bad bitch I beat the pussy up like a mad daddy 1-2 KO combo, bang bang beat it up like a bongo Wooshy, wooshy [Chorus: Croosh] Like yeah, yeah, yeah Say she wanna fuck with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Croosh] I'm a badman yeah Money, money, money in the bag yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Got me like woah, cup full of brown got me all slow Heard that she a freak no pity pie low All I said is hi and she taking off clothes I'm the youngest out LA, bumping down K 310 Westside rep it all day Rich girl love yay, she just wanna play Club by night but a model by day Damn, aye O-O-OGs tryna press me, why? It's like they really wanna test me, why? Not fazed though, run it up I'm the new wave, do the math bitch, sum it up Wooshy, wooshy [Chorus: Croosh] Yeah, yeah, yeah Say she wanna fuck with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ah yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Larry June] What it do?, what's your name? Asian bitch, lo mein New whips, switch lanes New wave, still rocking 30 on me, no struggle Know you want it, stop begging Bitch please run that, run it back, real man Sipping drank, full tank Bust down, slow it down Speed it up, doing great Condo by the lake You late, new cake Get sucked then I shake Stayed loyal, had faith I might buy that little bitch a new Wraith You loose, can't do it No roof, yeah I blew it New deal, might do it Beat the case, Joe Lewis Uh yeah, yeah, yeah Gotta run it up, got me fucked up Bitch why you playing, know that I'm the man I see it in your eyes We are not the same, whole different name Blowing on flame, bitch I'm on the way Robbing checking traps, had to take a nap Never in the trunk, always on my lap Never drink tap, bitch I'm higher class Purified water, $50 glass Whip got a stash, bitch got a ass Driving hella fast, blowing on gas [Outro: Larry June] Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye God Riba Sock it to me, yeah baby Croosh, Larry