​p​aul blart ! lyrics

[Intro: yvngxchris]
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, okay
What? Alright, yeah, damn
Damn, damn, damn, ayy

[Verse 1: yvngxchris]
He talkin' sh*t, I'ma slide to his residence
That n*gga 'bout to get shot at his residence
Who said it's me, n*gga where is your evidence?
Put the di*k in her, she said that it's excellent
He talkin' crazy, that n*gga irrelevant
I was 'bout to shoot him but I was hesitant
"How long is you goin'?" My n*gga, indefinite
Latina b*tch, I mistake her for Mexican

[Verse 2: sinzsuicide]
Hi, my name Sinz and I post with a AR
Hey pus*y n*gga, don't f*ck off my radar
Just f*cked two b*tches, forgot what there names are
I f*cked yo' b*tch in the back of a cop car
b*tches up all on my di*k, yeah, I rock hard
Off the Tech, divide the checks where my opps are
You a fat opp, you a b*tch, you a Paul Blart
We pullin' up with AK's in a golf cart
[Verse 3: yvngxchris & sinzsuicide]
Ayo, Chris, what's up, what's this?
Just got me a rocket and this is the clip
Pull up to the party, huh, sorry not sorry
It's 'bout to start barkin', pull up in the darkness
Ayo, Sinz, hello, young p*ss
Just got me a choppa, that b*tch got some kick
Oh, really? Oh sh*t
Do you ever miss? I can't ever miss
I'm too good with the stick, I'm too good with that sh*t
Wait, how many b*tches? Got two in this b*tch
I'm makin' a pick with a b*tch in the crib
That boy talkin' sh*t, put a K to his rib
He still talkin' funny, just ran in his crib
Headshot got to do with me 'cause your mans is a b*tch
Bands in this b*tch, finna throw hands in this b*tch
I told her to shut up, I have to answer this b*tch