2016 Xxl Freshmen Cypher Lyrics - Anderson Paak

[Verse 1: Desiigner] 

Yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey 

I be ridin' 'round town in the coupe 

Got the drop top hangin' like I'm Snoop 

Hey, you be frontin' like you want it, you can get it 

Got my young boys hangin' off the roof 

Hey, life Desiigner, he's mean drippin', he lean trippin' 

Making grips of money, what it do? 

Huh, don't watch my moves 

Can't watch my shoes, can't clock my moves 

Don't watch my juice 

I be ridin' 'round the town in the coupe 

Got the drop top hangin' like I'm Snoop 

Hey, you be frontin' like you want it, you can get it 

Got my young boys hangin' off the roof 

Hey, life Desiigner, he's mean drippin', he lean trippin' 

Making grips of money, what it do? 

Huh, don't watch my moves 

Can't clock my moves, I got my juice 

Don't watch my juice 

I be ridin' 'round the town in the coupe 

Everybody here think that I'm Snoop, hey 

Smokin' weed, sell Wiz like Khalifa 

And these niggas know what I'ma do 

Hey, life Desiigner, he's mean drippin', he lean trippin' 

Making grips of money, what it do? 

Hey, there go my moves, everybody know I'm.... 

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[Literal murmuring] 

I be ridin' 'round the town in the coupe 

With the drop top hangin' like I'm Snoop 

Hey, you be frontin' like you want it, you can get it 

Got my young boys hangin' off the roof 

Hey, life Desiigner, he's mean drippin', he lean trippin' 

Making grips of money, what it do? 

Hey, don't watch my moves 

Can't clock my moves, don't watch my shoes 

Don't cop my juice 

I be ridin' 'round...in the coupe 

With the...hangin' like I'm Snoop 

Hey, you be frontin' like you want it, you can get it 

Got my young boys hangin' off the roof, hey 

Hey, life Desiigner, he's mean drippin', he lean trippin' 

Making grips of money, what it do? 

Huh, don't watch my moves 

Can't watch my shoes, don't watch my juice 

I got my juice 

Hey, glegh, ayy! 

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[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak & (Desiigner)] 

Yes Lord 

I took your momma to Yard House 

I took her to Yard House 

I took your momma to Graystone 

We got in with no problems 

I bought us tickets to Keith Sweat 

It was live at Pechanga 

Look, I took your momma to Oxnard 

We went surfin' on longboards 

Like I hopped on the stage 

I hopped off the stage 

And got right on the plane 

I know it's a tent 

But I'm bringin' out Dre 

I'm bringin' out K 

I'm bringin' out TIP 

I'm lookin' 3 Stacks in the face 

I'm with the Free Nationals, what more can I say? 

This shit is a trip 

Lemonade, Lemonade, baby I'm faithful 

What more can I say? 

I'm fuckin' the flesh light to cope with the pain 

What more can I say? 

She staring and wavin' (glegh!) 

I'm lookin' the other way 

My mind on my paper, I don't like to slay her 

But she Asian and thick so I might have to slay 

(Grrrrraah!) 

Chop suey for the sidepiece, sushi for the main 

(Glegh) 

Look how far we came 

Tequila with the lime 

(Wow) 

Ginger with the taste 

I waited, I waited, I waited (glegh!) I waited 

I waited, I waited, I waited, I waited 

I got in line (Grrrrraah!) 

I did some records with Dre 

I got my feet in the game 

In one year I changed it 

You nigga's is late (Hiiigh!) 

My son is amazin', he look Korean but he dance like MJ 

He only in Pre-K, this... (Grrrrrrah!, glegh, heyyy) 

[Interlude: Lil Dicky + Anderson .Paak & (Desiigner)] 

You say...you say you fucked a Fleshlight? 

I fuckin' to cope with the pain bro 

Bro that's amazing (gleght) 

Lemonade, Lemonade 

It's amazing (Grrrrraaaah!) 

I fucked a bunch of Fleshlights 

(Glegh, glegh, glegh, glegh) 

[Verse 3: Lil Dicky & (Desiigner)] 

New crib, doesn't got a driveway 

Still pullin' out when I'm fuckin' by the fireplace 

Bitch that I'm with used to fuck around with Gosling 

I don't like to think about it, shit is so exhaustin' 

Kissin' on your baby like the boy a politician 

Spittin' out tough shit, overcooked chicken 

Hoppin' out the Lyft, no tippin', I'm rich 

So sick, getting' blown, I'm just makin' a wish 

Old boy gotta show out 

Only thing that you and I alike is they pronouns 

Girls tryna go out, white like a snowout 

Hair so straight, no blow out 

Touchdown score, no toe out 

Run around the telly bein' loud as fuck 

They may stop comin' back, turn down for what? 

The name hotter than a mothefuckin' crowded bus 

That Lil Dicky got Double-XL, what? 

Brrrrrat 

Do it, do it 

(Grrrrraaah!)