Females Welcome lyrics - Asher Roth

[Intro:]
Hold on, did you see the Farrah Abraham porno yet?
Yo, I'm glad that's not my girlfriend, I'll tell you that much

My smart bitch is my main ho
My smart bitch is my main ho
No mo'
No mo'

[Verse 1:]
Where those females at? The ones that never got below a B in class
Down to smoke some chronic, but she know she don't be needing that
Feeding facts, knitting, re-reading The Great Gatsby
Fights with Bill Simmons and differs with Bill Plaschke
Snacks be flax seed, almonds, and soy milk
But could dominate a Big Mac, no napkin, won't spill
Takes naps and chills, uses emojis and Nutella
Listens to good music, but didn't go to Coachella
Nah, nope never got Talking Head tickets
Vinyl of Art Tatum, knows lyrics to Big K.R.I.T.
On some country shit, southern comfort shit, getting drunk and shit
Dancing on the table, having fun and feeling wonderful
Don't want to be a player, she's requesting Big Punisher
Didn't want to say it, but I think that I'm in love with her
Couple more sangrias and I'll want to put a son in her
Wolfgang Amadeus, better play it when I cum in her
Brain it be the greatest, though she doesn't play sports
When she picked her favorite player, she said it was Frank Gore
Bakes and makes sports, can play like eight chords
Cause her parents made her take piano lessons until fourteen

[Hook: x2]
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes, ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo'
No mo, no mo', no mo'

[Verse 2:]
She poppin' Molly, just wants to party
Don't know that the shit's for the lost and gotti
Like Zach Denardi cause she likes attention
But I bet one day need an intervention
For the drugs and sex, girl's a mess
Better know when to slow, keep your hoes in check
Keep your head on your shoulders and don't forget
That sloppy bitches get no respect

[Sample: Reija Lee]
Why don't you know
Take it slow
Work it hard
Take it far
Why don't you know
Take it slow
Work it hard
Take it far
Boy I can see it in your face
You're all over the place
Can you stand up straight for me, yeah
Getting back on track if you want me back
Do the sweet talk
Do the sweet talk

[Hook: x2]
Now my smart bitch is my main ho
Cause them lame hoes, ain't feeling them no mo'
No mo', no mo', no mo'
No mo, no mo', no mo'

Healer lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1:]
Mind wonders if it's turning obsolete
Sometimes I struggle honestly with what I do believe
To hook it on and look beyond and tell me what you see
I see us needing what we want instead of what we need
Climbing to it's the peak, find the motion is exhausting
Most have lost touch, still wandering regardless
Don't wanna pay attention on how to make a connection
When wrecking a man's treasure and throw it right in the garbage
Fault your own father, our fault he didn't bother
Wanted to be Plato, now challenged to think harder
The owner, dig deeper, nothing came easier
Anxious and playing eager, impatient to play speaker
Make 'em wait, teach'em how to thread the needle
People hating people, that's horrible trained evil
On the morning's eve, be encouraged, take action
Only to receive distraction, distraction, distraction, fuck!
What was I trying to accomplish?
Non traditional, non-fictional, spit conscience
Not to mention blunt when you take shots with
Or take shots at, but might bounce back
And bite your ass if we ever cross paths
Cause you never bother questioning the cold hard facts
Ever stop to ask to get out of my head
The subconscious tap like a 90 light keg
Now the thought crosses, coming out of my neck
Spills into the palace of the fellas breaking bread
Seeking balance, getting calluses instead
Working hard, a valiant attempt

[Hook:]
I know we ain't dead yet
We've been living through your internet
You don't have to be everything you think
We've been programmed, wake up
We miss you

[Verse 2:]
So conflicting, my interest in this mission
Try to walk away, feeling that nobody would listen
When you're always known to take the road of least resistance
You have to let it go, what's a plan without a vision?
So confused what to do, can't see
In our food, in our news, in our sleep
It intrudes through the roots of our trees
Inhaled in ourselves, get impaled when we breathe
If it fails we excel and retreat
From the tales of the chem. trails pails in the scrip
Veils in the street, maam all held the week
While our freedom goes stale, too impaired to get free
We agree to debris to our silence
No sirens, no fires and no violence
More wires, more hard for their alliance
More lies to hide behind so why try it?
Talk about it, find people feel the same
But larger conversations say people go astrained
Maybe it's in vain working on a better day
And hey maybe this will resonate

Treat Me Like Fire lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Blindsided, Michael Oher, Michael Coors Lite
Like a silver bullet, pull it when I'm werewolf'ing to the fullest
Of the moons to the tune of a beautiful aroma
Oh that homegrown sun be hotter than Arizona
Throw that hair up in a bun, starting to lose control
Tryna' get inside that mind, body and soul
When my body on yours, beyond God only knows
Fine bottle of wine, slow closing the doors
Let's go
Ms. Sophisticated, mystic with her moves
And delicious jungle kisses insisting you need some mo'
When she slip in something vicious you wishing you had some coal
Cold water to extinguish her mint conditional codes
Hot damn! Let's dance like a flame's torso
And advance to the land only ancient man know
Yeah, enchanted from the chants when she moan how it goes

Hey boy I like your style
Come over here, let's talk a while
Yeah you, I'm curious
What we would do, the two of us
What would you like to do
I'll introduce you to
My eyes, my lips my hair
If you're good, we'll go from there
I'm feelin' you
And I know that you want me to
In the end I'm doin' me
That's all you got to see
Hey, that's just how it is
But I go [?] for this
I'm a bit to dangerous
If you want me, you should just
(Treat me like) Treat me like
(Treat me like) Ooooohhh
(Fire) Fire
(Fire) Fire
(Into the flame) Into the flame
(Into the flame) Into the flame

Apples & Bananas lyrics - Asher Roth

I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos
I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos

Holy smokes, artichoke, art of Mozart
Sharp and no pop tart part hollow notes
Heat of cold, ' yo, that broth kicking, yo
Day like flow, daylight come, she go home, we got stoned
She got clo-no so I got dough
This is corner liquor store, flip my 'bitchin', moan
Switching pictures, bitches low
Sit your slow ass down and bow wow
I write rhymes with pants down all around town
So, so pow there's no doubt, I know now
Grow your own scout bro, right about now

I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos
I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos

Papa chakra, pop lock and drop it
Block, block, get off, I'm rocking jackals, awesome
Talk to Jeremy Clarkson, clock stops the bus and pause
Who died and left Charles in charge?
Let me borrow your car and bring it back tomorrow and scared
I'm the gardener, bark, startle the dog, caught me off guard
Darn it, Mercutio, doogie chain, Gucci flow
Bootie blows fish but I really love sushi, though
Never on the first day, anyway
Used to bang groupie hoes, now I'm in a better place
Better late than never, better set her straight
Meditate, this center, any veteran needs a better maid
Let her stay, settle for the lesser pay
Like the sweater weather, but I still believe in yesterday
What's today? What's the space? Must've missed the bus, behave
Fuck it, what's the rush? We gonna walk it off the other way

I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos
I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Apples and bananas
I like to o, o, o, o, o, o
Opples and banonos

Numbers lyrics - Asher Roth

Y'all fuckers bore me
Don't wanna talk about mechanical royalties
I wanna talk about orgies and forgery
World Wars and some things more important
Than some record stores pretending there's only four dwarfs
I'm a word's worth, four score, some odd years ago
I appeared like a miracle, maybe you didn't hear me dog
Hear me g, hit you with some shit you never heard before
Heard before, Ash Roth, rap's own herbivore
Lord of sore Sportsmanship, throw shit when I don't win
When things get grim, I'm Jim... Harbaugh, times are hard brah
I'm tired of playing hard ball, bartered with a strong arm
Tall broads, large bra, hard on, flaw, I ball like James Hardon
Little off, chance he was gay, then he went straight
Only pause for long when I stand at buffets
Blonder than Dolly Parton that's in a Pamela phase
Stamina swate, handsome, my advantage is fate
Haters gon' hate but all they say is "damn it, he's great"
(Damn it, he's great) Famished, need a sandwich to taste
I like my ham with cheese and mayonnaise
Mind your manners on dates (Standard procedure sheriff)
Yeah, my plan is to wait, sip of Brandy while you standing
Come and stand in my place, sham and embrace
Let's keeping it go merrily, listening, I'm terribly
Little George chopping down the cherry tree, true
There's a moment in youth when growing ensues
Not only are you growing but you show and improve
Low and behoove, I'm sowing that my flowing in proof
Yeah, merlowing ain't the only thing that slowly improves

Eggs Florentine lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. King Mez, Remy Banks)

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Top dollar, holler if you got it
Since the rottweiler, I been making solid head nodders
Shiiit
How 'bout it? Modest and methodic
Would it be a problem that I never graduated college?
Kiiid
Ha! Got 'em. Kinda like Sada-dem
They shot 'em, spot 'em, coming out the garden, with his momma,
Kiiids
Hippopotamus, pot I got is awesome
Blossom
Crossing the pollination of Ryan Gosling
Beat and coughing, swimming with the dolphins
Talking like I'm Mr. Marinate but that'd be jargon
Use your noggin Bobby, this is my preorgative
Ask if I'm the nicest and you'll get a bunch of bobbleheads
Follow this, unexpected journey, on some hobbit shit
All around the world, in your city bet I'm rockin' it
Take a nice drop straight from Sucassin
They gass my spass, breaka breaka sirchu blacka
Knock around the block, kill a knicker bocker
Spittin' realer hip-hop, but listen to Joe Cocker
And hypocrisy, either you a sprinter or a jogger
If it's ninth grade, kid you'd be locked inside your locker
Yeah, knock knock, father of The Rock get me out of this
You don't like the Roth you're a communist

[Hook]

[Verse 2: King Mez]
Unrealistic flow, business-minded as aristocrats
Hungry as [?] like gimme yo lunch remember that
Niggas slang crack like the family can't get killed from that
Think they ready for beef and never read nutrition facts
College cut a nigga the price of all that tuition whack
With a grand heel, like a nigga bringing The Pistols back
And I'm right on target with topics, bringing precision back
Everything you see artificial I'm bringing vision back
That's on my honor, I'm giving you coke, more so than Tijuana
She older than me but you buy her flowers I see you want her
Don Juan a quarterback to all you pom pommers
How you gon' harm a terminator you ain't John Connor
Boy, I'm sorry that's just the writer in me
Could also be that boiled blood line that's probably in me
And if you like a bag and she with me that's probably Fendi
But it was probably a gift and she gave it to me and missed it
Keeping soul round me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Remy Banks]
Crack the window light the reefer, bro I need to vent
Got some things up on my mental that I need to flip
Seems I can't repent, now haunt me when I'm bent
I felt like I'm a saint, so mama feel like I'm heaven sent
And crispest thoughts that I deciphered into verses
Some days I'm feeling worthless, I know I got a purpose
And I know I'm supposed to be here just trying to scratch the surface
These songs will make utilizing the talent I was birthed with
Missed from the purple haze fogging up my brain
Bathin' Ape camo'd down like I'm Major Payne
In London coolin' out high and up with James
With a team of British ducks whilin' out like I'm Bombay
Dog, I know about light
Spent weeks out in Europe thrice times
I mean what I say
Who else do I need to persuade that I'm one of the illest niggas spittin' today
Queens we in the building

[Hook]

[Outro]

Pop Radio lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1:]
Bruce hit me up, quarter past a digit
Had the freakin' fortitude to ask me if I'm with it
(Are you with it?)
Well of course, yeah, I'm sure, are you kidding
I mean, it's only fitting, shit, I do it for a living
When you sing a song in sixpence, pocket full of rye
Mr. Breadwinner, take a slice of humble pie
Sit on down and listen, you won't have to wonder why
Hit Atlantis in the spring, spend my summers out in Oz
On that bawitdaba da bang da bang
Man, it's so strange, we all came from orangutans
Now we got names, shiny things and blang a blangs
Stay in your lane, young man, don't you change a thing
We gonna get high if you wanna, it's your birthday party
Now I ride in Excursions and I call shotty
Bang tat, slang slap, entertain with the brain rap
Wanted new frames and engraved, you should arrange that
Great Danes guard the strains and the rain stash
Ain't playin' games, paid in cash with the grain stack
Stay black, wait, let me rephrase that
Give it to you straight, never stray, let 'em play that

[Hook:]
Pop radio
Pop radio
Pop radio
Hear us comin', now they runnin' for the door

[Verse 2:]
Lock, stock, two barrels, smokin' a stogie
You call it a sub, my homies call it a hoagie
Turn around like we just did the Hokey Pokey
Low key flow, rope-a-dope, keep it grown, Steve Aoki
I was OED Chanel and cheap Chanel
Jeez, at least release the beats with Pharrell
I mean, for real, you just peace and leave your cell
Took the keys from Alicia, even Beast kiss and tell
That's the bell, beauty owned by Drew Hill
Got them red shells ready and I'm comin' for the kill
If that plan fails, well then shit, you front the bill
If they drop me from the label, I'll be [?] for a mil
Skills, never leavin' home without 'em
Lost them in the couch, looked around, and then I found them
Make your momma proud, make your father even prouder
Play the newest Roth, make the volume even louder
Like, at the pool, all the kids will call me Powder
Cause my skin is the same color as clam chowder
Branch out, I'll splatter your grey matter
When I'm late for a date
Drink tea with the Sane Hatter

[Hook]

Pearly Gates lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Yo they thought I made a million dollars off I Love College
Got a model, full ride them then retire to Bahamas
I probably should've, my goodness, no idea what I have put up with
Bunch of lame excuses from the suits up in the music biz
Listen to what Q-Tip said, "game it be the shadiest"
Keepers at the gate, what it take for you to play my shit?
I've been super patient, watching dudes get in my lane
But let's be honest for a second, we all know we're not the same
And I know just what you think, this wonder is one hit
It's a product or a baraka I promise it's not it
No verse that I ain't rip
With words that you can't script
We all know who did it first, it just hurts you to admit
I've been shitted on, spit up on, dissed and forgotten
Rick Ross can be a cop, Drake started from the bottom
No offense, I don't want to start a problem but come on
All I ever did was tell you I was champ in beer pong
I don't want to live forever but sure hope it lasts long
Never underestimate the power of a rap song
Never following a fad, I create a platform
Have a son and leave him something, hopeful he can pass on like

[Hook: x3]
We're here to stay and never ever going away, right?

[Verse 2:]
Keep my foot up on the gas, now I'm never going back off
Now they're saying, "Ash, yo that mother fuckers back dog."
Sure, had it in my palm but I had to let it go
Some may say I'm wrong, but it's the only way I could grow
Most don't understand this entire thing is out control
No matter how it's going down, always have to let them know
Kids eat your vegetables, stretch, wear your SPF
Give 110% work until it's nothing left
I refuse, but I confess
Wanted me to keep them dumb
Get them stoned, get them drunk
I'm supposed to let them dunk?
Nah fuck that, man I'm jumping up to stuff that
Even if that means I'm getting stuck with just a buss pass
Bucks keep the money, I love the feeling of hungry
101 and running from the city it's always sunny
I'm cunning and funny, something you can never take from me
I know you feel it coming, mummy didn't raise a dummy
Love me hate me call me crazy no matter what they rate me
Or how serious they take me, what the labels try to make me
Man I know that I'm amazing, I'll prove it just you wait
And I'll never have a problem when I reach the pearly gates like

[Hook]

Monday Free lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse:]
Hey yo, balls to the wall, man
You softies can't stop me
Ever since I learned golf and some origami, originally
I was not always this so savvy
I learned the tricks to all the systems trekking Abu Dhabi
Not too shabby, top them off when I got speed
Debacle when I boggle Doctor Roth was in the lobby
Tikky talky, tacky falls across the middle
My center fielder skill is real
I dive and steal your single
My single never came out 'cause I was way to baked out
Fuck it, man, I'm straight now
Hit me on that PayPal
Give me what you make, don't make me have to take the stake out
You're making a mistake, for goodness sake
Just take the lake house, fake out
65 000 pounds of gun powder, kung pow
Dumb down, the doofus always talks loud
Don't you know we stupid?
We don't hearing what you talk 'bout
Acting like the new kid who just moved in from across town
Hawked out, who goes, emperor got new clothes
Got 'em in Croatia while I'm hanging out with Kukoc
Two Cokes, one Sprite, two hoes, one dyke
I think you said that you could flow
But dude, there's only one mic
So run like the wind, a fun life with sins
My bum likes the sun light
But some mice is men, so come right
Don't come, no time for that ho hum
Thumb suck but, but, paddy face
Know what? We gonna keep it moving
We don't listen to numbnuts
Showing some improvement but your jewels is always untucked
Some putz, no guts, relying on their dumb luck
Why you only standing there?
Get down to come up, what?

A-One lyrics - Asher Roth

Holy goof, who gon' do it if it's not me?
Oh it's only you, whoopdie do who gon' stop me?
Linking up with Tek in Cincinnati
Steady rocking rhymes while you talk Illuminati
Child please, steaming hot steady making broccoli
Sugar snap peas, better piece what I'm sprouting
Bounce b like we going out with no house keys
Leave 'em like wow, so wow, don't know how he
[?] be proud freaking speak loudly
Can't figure out, go try to seek therapy
Hourly, rate is like 15 for fakes,
Got 16s for real, a big screen in space
And Brooke Shields so real I can almost lick her face
A slicker Navy Seal, I ain't slippin' 'til it's safe
One more sip and I can taste it, notice the concentration
Got that fresh juice, it's the end of conversation
Forget about it, it's stellar talent, he's well around it
A better challenge an entire planet he been around it
Get your calendar counting up all the men who doubted
Friends that matter don't flatter you they just get the pound
Gather around it's astounding I quickly think it's crowded
The highly touted get routed without a set to salvage
Since it's valid, I'm setting aside the Caesar salad.
Instead of violence I keep the balance and clean my palette
This is Allen in game one when they won
Tyronn Lue, you lose but hope you stay strong
Take the rapping way back into where it came from
You say you stacking my tracks but couldn't name one
Stay hungry, stay cool, play dumb
Skip school and break rules, it's way fun
Grey Goose with Jesus and his gay son
Phase two, it's steak juice; A1

Blurred Lines lyrics - Asher Roth

[Chorus:]
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You far from plastic
Talkin bout getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Verse:]
Come on girl, why you do me this way?
I'll be good, and I can promise you I'll behave
And don't be rude, I like the way you grooving and sway
When you grooving and you movin the booty shake
And truly it's great
Tell me baby, where do you stay?
Oh you wanna get a room? You know I really relate
I said we get it unless it's cool, we gon call it a day
Or we can go up to my room and play how good do you taste
You like that hopin I bite back
While you play games I be skippin the side class
When you change lanes and you wishin it might crash
You runnin red lights like you know that ain't right Ash
Fo show I be keepin it lowkey
But you me giggling and sendin them OG's
Go and give a little, can you give me some more please?
Them hoes always trippin, all the homies is like preach!
I picture you in a slow breeze
Hair flowin, skirt going over them berk knees
Then you show us a dime and I'm like oh jeez
You so sweet, lookin like you starred in the O.C.
I think I'm startin to OD
Lines that I'm seein woulda started to grow week
The boundaries are given me a startin to fold
This is the friend zone, no no somebody can pull me up

[Bridge:]
Baby, can you breathe?
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur

No more pretending (hey hey hey)
'Cause now you winnin (hey hey hey)
Yes I be getting it (hey hey hey)

[Chorus:]
I always wanted a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You far from plastic
Talkin bout getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

Girl Scout Cookies lyrics - Asher Roth

[Hook x2:]
I want your girl scout cookies
Gimme them, gimme them, gimme them
Gimme them, gimme them, gimme them
Gimme them, gimme them

Go girl, go girl scout [x4]
Go girl, go go

[Verse 1:]
Lil' thin mint, thin mist, thin mist
Thin hip, thick tits, yes yes yes yes
I wanna lick where the wind miss
Hit, miss, hit list
Hey kid, sit this one out
Got a number from one to ten
How many friends you should bring to this thing
With my thing, and we sing
And we drink, and I wink, and I think
That we got a little bottle we should spin
Let it sink in
The spell never ends at twelve
Sorry Cinderella, tell your man, oh well
We can do a dinner over at the inn, won't tell
I highly recommend we at the inn hotel
Oh hell no, kid I won't sell
I just meet 'em on the internet and hope it goes well
Blow Ls and a little Nutella
Come milk me like Samoa

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Boom biggity boom da bomb biggy
The long lingerie tong thing sure is stringy
Why don't you take it off, you know we won't need it
Rock the boat though, she float like Aaliyah
No kidding, no, but no really
The shit that I spit from my dick is so sticky
No biggy though, I know a trick
If you go like this, it'll make it go quick
So, hocus pocus, focus, focus
Throw the throat it though, stroke it, stroke it
Slow poke, it go like eatin' okie
Oke a dokey artichoke, [?] open
Go slow though, never love a ho
Never know [?]

[Hook]

Freaks lyrics - Asher Roth

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
That booty poppin' you doing making me kind of hard
You ever thought about movies? I think you'd be a star
I used to watch scrambled porn alone in the basement
But I don't watch anymore, nah girl I make it
So let's get naked, you can meet my O-face
Think my parents home so we should head on back to your place
You can tie me up, probably wouldn't make a peep
You like anal beads? Yeah the safety word is "jamboree"
You can't handle me
50 shades of Sasha Grey
Multiply by Tory Lane
Times it by a Jenna Haze
What can I say? Hey, you fulfill my fantasy
Candles lit, sittin' sucking dick under the canopy
I can dress like Santa, shit on you like Human Centipede
Go and show that fanny, don't you try and be romantic please
I'm talkin' spittin' and chokin', rippin it open
Till it's drippin' down your throat and runnin' in slow motion

[Hook x4: Nicki Minaj]
I've got my freaks, I've got my freaks got my got my freaks
I've got my freaks, got my freaks

[Verse 2: Asher Roth]
Those blonde bitches with a gap in their teeth
And Daisy Duke shorts showing off a little cheek
I wanna pillow fight and roll you up inside the sheets
Smoke you like a spliff of California's finest weed
Red heads in white tees
Wearing no bra, showing off the perky little beads
I love it when you're freezing and those nipples start to peek
Try unique positions, so can you hold my feet?
Snapchats a fat ass, smack smack off the glass like a bad pass
She has pierced ears and pierced lips
Pierced tongue, pierced nips and pierced clit
That's weird shit, but it's all good
Do your thing, baby, like a freaky girl should
Everybody knows it ain't as easy as it looks
Personally, see I just wanna fuck
I'm talking 'bout

[Hook]

Fuck Up Da Fun lyrics - Asher Roth

Who want it?
Who-who want it?
3-4-5 in the door for 20
Tell grandma I'm a need more money
Gonna catch you wide eye little Steve bull shitting
Ready, steady, chase like I'm shitting
Gotta make a move like I need a new tenant
Started with a tomb and the whole room pegging out
One two school, that is one too many
Ready ready, now I'm gonna sweat it
Keep me outside, I'm a come back dreading
When I think bright's why, now what
Bullet, bullet, bang bang bullet
Look at that rang, gonna slice that bullet
Wanna gang bang, want a pink thing
Call it with a big gang bang with strains like a mullet
Mullet mullet, boy looking here
One time boy he's boarding the gym
Whatcha got for, what's important to the gym
I'm imported by Jordan recording the gym
Cork to the wind, cork to the grim
Enjoying the cord and store to the Zen
Thought I adorned the store young men
When you thrive when I work New York in a cent
Down in the South I'm browsing about
In the times I'm bound to cow to a mouse
[?]
4000 an ounce
Now's for the [?] stick around for the fowl
Arousing around, you could tell how I tell
And I bump 2-3-4-5 and result
Shout this out
Let's go in
You know what I'm [?] to the floor
With two left foot
I stand with a sword making nuance cut
Making men on the shore, got his two bands cup
God damn so pure only two bump chop
No Zanax the poor I don't blast up
I'm a Santa sword, blood lust
Rock friends and you do that up
Too messed up
Understand it's a shame your friend's a no no
Me and these rap games
It's like C and Coco
Waiting for the shows doing jams and go go
For those who don't know it
It was ropes and gobo
Houses go broke, but the blot don't know
Show's a bozo, but oh you do do do
You so low but impose the grope low
You blow flow, I flow pro bono
You two don't getcha confused
I bruise if you bruise
You bruise like prune juice
Lose a tooth proof
And all you proof truth
'Cause all this new bruise
And rooter's new bruise they do like who's who
And boobs is what I do
Do enthusiast and movies when I come through
Show the true me in and evolution
Tell me the truth now me and [?]
We're gonna be rude
And fought over a dog
Thanks a lot dog and when they say you a frog
Ask a shot making strangers say
Then take our best men and lay them up in the sun
Ain't never saw a parade in a thong
And I pray for the day these stripes in the sun
Changing the game then thank when I'm gone
One thing straight and I'm great when I'm yours
Hella strong
Pretty huge biceps

Actin Up lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Rye Rye, Justin Bieber, Chris Brown)

[Hook: Asher Roth]
Bass loud, hands up, I don't really give a fuck
They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up
Acting, acting up
Acting, acting up
They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up

Go go [x4]

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Here I go
Yeah yo, what's the scenario?
Can't understand, what you staring for?
Like you've never seen a white boy dance before, but
Damn she fine
That's one chick I can stand behind
Play in my field like a dandelion
Put it all on 'til you can't decide
What's it gon' be?
You, me, her, her, her, you, me
Girl, go beserk, gotta beat 'em with a tree
Go ahead, fall back, [?] boy gon' breathe
Ease off, back up, I'm about to act up
Floating, sipping, having fun, cause I be young and acting up
Acting, acting up
Acting, acting up
They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up

[Hook: Asher Roth]

[Verse 2: Rye Rye]
So I walked in the club with a dope hairdo
Checking my fresh, everything brand new
Sexy old dude, saying "who's you?"
You do me, and I'm a do you
What what, what you talkin about with it
Man fall back, I'm just chillin'
Hate when they check for a bad-bad bitch
Gotta have respect for my bad habits,
P-p, now pass me the tree
I'm a get wild, I'm a nail you to me
Pull out the camera and shoot me a links
Cause I'm a act up, sweetie pie, what you think?
Go insane in the membrane, [?]
[?] slang, come and hang with a real name
[?]
Badder than a m-, MJ level
Face down, ass up, skinnys on, dirty Chucks
Showing off, I'm a swag it up
Good girl gone bad, grab my bud

[Hook: Asher Roth]

[Verse 3: Justin Bieber]
19 year old and I gotta act up
Cause I'm so so fly, yeah I'm so fly
And I don't know why, really know I, go so wow, till the bass goes oh my
Oh I, I gotta slow it down
Yeah I'm on the loose, and I won't stop now
Cause I go so loud, and I go so wow
So you better watch out cause I'm oh so ahh
I'm on some risky business
I like women and French kisses
Mama told do the dishes but I'm here catching fishes
Cause I'm still young and acting up
Girls on my mind, so I still mack up
They see the money, see the money, rack up, till the walls dark green, cause I'm stacking up
Bass loud, hands up, I don't really give a fu-
They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up
Acting, acting up
Acting, acting up
They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
Yikes, I guess I'm macking up
I'm about to go in, let me wrap it up
Young old school like Gallagher
But I'm a call these shots, caliber
What it is JB, my Ray-Bans in my jacket might give you rabies
My chain heavy, give it to the ladies
Hold up, hold up, watch 'em go crazy
Chilling with Asher Roth
Girls let me touch, cause their ass is soft
Yes I'm a score with them basketballs
She gon' give it up, I don't pass at all
My crew neck match my two-step
I just had group sex on my new jet
So many pretty girl, I'm like "who's next?"
So drunk all my white friends like, "Do it!"
Jeans off, back up, I'm about to act up
Smoking, drinking, having fun, cause I be young and acting up
Acting, acting up
Acting, acting up
They say I ain't old enough but I be young and acting up

[Hook: Asher Roth]

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