CL3VR - Alley Oop Lyrics

Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that

The shit that I be smoking, you can get by flight
Coast to coast you want smoke, aye get my light
Flick flick, tick tick on a bitch I might
If my dick get stuff, then it best be tight
Woah woah back the f*ck up off my Jordan's shorty
I seen stepping what you repping why you off the forty
I seen you looking why you crooked get ya man up off me
He wanna fight, aint finna bite, aint f*cking with no zombie
Man I just hopped up in the whip because I had to stunt
Drove her home, smoke the dome now she back to blunts
In her throne, finna bone and its after brunch
Home alone and she know cause she asked for lunch
Round 1, round 2, round 3, round 4
Bounce something round me finna catch four more
Go to town on the pussy and she bringing all her hoes
Gather round for the dick, welcome to the rodeo
Lil mama and she bad and she nasty
Enough of that, too much out the baggy
Tryna flex but she looking like shaggy
But her head got my head like a whammy
Scooby doo when she chewing on the pack ay
Get her loose, man she ate up half the bag ay
Watch her walk, gave that bitch a hunchback ay
Watch her booty, turn that shit into a pancake

Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that