Amber Rose

By Str8 Like Dat

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[Verse 1: Vandal]

She love it, she love it, she love it when I eat it

T-That-That's what a nigga read when she tweeted

Only one night then I tell her to beat it

Cause like Beyonce she won't carry my fetus

You're so mean and it ain't no reason

It's sunny outside then it must be the season

Pull the jeans down don't ruin my creases

Now shut the fuck up put it back on my penis

Cletus Cletus, Hercules

Lookin' for the right one that will twerk the team

Long night, hard work, I don't work for free

And that's something in common that she's got with me

But I am "V," so I don't gotta pay ho

Dress so fly you'd of swore I had a halo

Call me the Cap better do what I say so

Or get a red ring on your eye like Kano

Hahaha, Y'all niggas funny like Delano

Tryna ball with pesos in Ohao, oops Ohio

Ah!, Aye bro seen you on cable

Hand full of green or was that Play-Doh

I say no, I'm way too hot volcano

And money stay long like stretched out Play-Doh

A-hole keepin' all the fans in check

So they pay for the show I collect the check

Live life for the day what the fucks regret?

Got way more hoes than a Thundercat, Hooo!

Making money like pit for pat

Was poor, now rich, opposites attract

Got bars so I gotta call a chick collect

Fuck dial tone bitch never call me back


[Hook: Vandal & Einstein]

Ah!, Gettin' women like Amber Rose

I'm a chief, I'm a God, I'm an animal

"Hey Str8 Like Dat, we some fans of y'alls!"

Keep eating like some mothafuckin' cannibals

Keep eating like some mothafuckin' cannibals

"Hey Str8 Like Dat, we some fans of y'alls!"

I'm a chief, I'm a God, I'm an animal

And we stay gettin' women like Amber Rose

Upgrade to an Amber Rose

My advice is: homie is you have to go

Then you outta split ways like a camel toe

Cause you know that you just can't stand a ho

If you know that you just can't stand a ho

And you gotta split ways like a camel toe

My advice is: homie if you have to go

Might as well upgrade to an Amber Rose


[Verse 2: Einstein]

Look!, One thing 'bout music when it hits you feel no pain

Unless you're sitting in the back while the speakers blast and you feel this track go BANG!

Knock in the trunk with the windows up and your rear view mirror shake

Turn-Turn up the bass, turn up them 808's

Wait, wait, you heard them trunks rattle

From New Orleans to New York and from Chicago to Seattle

People say we 'bout to blow up but it's something we can handle

Cause we're suicidal bombers with fuses under our flannels

We taking over like, yessir! yessir!

We 'bout to be poppin' a couple bottles pour the liquor! liquor!

Quicker! quicker! We 'bout to be throwing a kegger! kegger!

Nobody is rocking a party like us we do it better! yessir!

Einstein and Vandal we

Bout to have the entire industry bowing down to our feet

Cause we tearin' up the clubs, and showing groupies love though

Yeah right, you know they still getting the Dial Tone


[Hook]