Yung Luv feat. Forrest Bueller by Kid Brothers Lyrics
[Chorus]
Shawty in the shawty looking real damn good
Window rolled down, windy hair cause I could
Shawty in the shawty looking real damn good
Past stand over motherfuckers. Are we understood?
2x
[Verse 1]
Hottie shorty in the shawty. She's mine...what'sup?
Hottie shorty in the shawty. She's fine...as fuck
Come and kick it, no karate. My guy's trying to munch
Put out, put out girl. He wanna buy you up lunch
I want to buy you up lunch
Catch me at the Olive Garden. I started rapping at 12
They calling me retarded
Young and hyper as hell, I loved playing Uncharted
Girls gassed up? Sorry...my homie he just farted. Shake it
[Verse 2: Luis G]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Hot to the top, I'm a hotshot
I rock lots. No pocket. You a caca
I pop rocks out my mouth. I'm a pop rock punk god
I don't give a frot if you thought that you're thot's hot
I'm do me and my beauty. If you're stressing hit the doobie
I say it three times. No one's going to fool me
I'm the new cool cruel fool for the booty
[Verse 4: Luis G]
[Verse 5]
I know it's weird, but if you had a dick
I would contemplate going gay
I really hope that's okay
I really love how you move
How you hip and sway
I'm a trip you gotta ride every time of day
Flick those flies away
Damn, with thighs that fine, there's going to be a long ass line of guys all day
[Verse 6: Luis G]
[Chorus]
Shawty in the shawty looking real damn good
Window rolled down, windy hair cause I could
Shawty in the shawty looking real damn good
Past stand over motherfuckers. Are we understood?
2x
[Verse 1]
Hottie shorty in the shawty. She's mine...what'sup?
Hottie shorty in the shawty. She's fine...as fuck
Come and kick it, no karate. My guy's trying to munch
Put out, put out girl. He wanna buy you up lunch
I want to buy you up lunch
Catch me at the Olive Garden. I started rapping at 12
They calling me retarded
Young and hyper as hell, I loved playing Uncharted
Girls gassed up? Sorry...my homie he just farted. Shake it
[Verse 2: Luis G]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Hot to the top, I'm a hotshot
I rock lots. No pocket. You a caca
I pop rocks out my mouth. I'm a pop rock punk god
I don't give a frot if you thought that you're thot's hot
I'm do me and my beauty. If you're stressing hit the doobie
I say it three times. No one's going to fool me
I'm the new cool cruel fool for the booty
[Verse 4: Luis G]
[Verse 5]
I know it's weird, but if you had a dick
I would contemplate going gay
I really hope that's okay
I really love how you move
How you hip and sway
I'm a trip you gotta ride every time of day
Flick those flies away
Damn, with thighs that fine, there's going to be a long ass line of guys all day
[Verse 6: Luis G]
[Chorus]