Shawn Chrystopher – Prom Shit Lyrics

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[Voiceover]
Believe me, I tied my own shoes once
It is an overrated experience


[Shawn Chrys]
Shawn Chrys bitch
Uh huh
Honor role shit, yep

Yep, yep, yep, yep
I'm coming right there
But uh, I'm coming right here

I spend so much money that it make me nervous
So, I spend that shit on purpose
What you bring your phone for girl?
I live so high I don't get no service
Not even Verizon see my horizon
I'm shining, I'm seeing I'm blinding them haters
No I depise them, noble?
If I'm dining, I don't know you
Boy you lying telling these hoes that we buddies for that cuddy
But you ain't reclining in that sixty-two
Curtain close like that show just ended
Hoes bending over, don't they look so winded

Yep, I get 'em all tired
Fucking bitches at they jobs
Yep, I get 'em all fired
But it's worth it

To lay down on they back for a real nigga
And I've been claiming Honour Role since Hilfiger
What you think this new bitch?
Go and get your brain checked
Yeah, you owe me pussy
And I'm collecting rain checks
Inglewood 'til I die bitch
I don't think that you should go try this
We the opposite, you broke, I'm rich
And you a sober bitch, and I smoke and sip like

Paper, paper, paper, that's all I get
Haters, haters, haters, cause I'm the shit
And yeah, they mad cause they still live with they moms
And they clocking in they jobs and we live life like a prom
Wearing tuxes fucking bitches
Nigga we're just wearing tuxes fucking bitches
Wearing tuxes fucking bitches, nigga
We just wearing tuxes fucking bitches
Prom shit

I'm on that prom life, bow tie
Trying to figure out what your mom likes
And I undress, and I unwrap, and I eat these hoes like Klondikes
And no I am not sorry for spiking punch with Bacardi
I'm trying to fuck this bitch Shari but she playing
Man, I must be tripping off this liquor (why's that?)
Cause my idol's going up and verified on Twitter
Or, or maybe I'm just that nigga, that nigga, that nigga
Ask 'em where them burns at
I landed in the 5-1-0, where the fuck Kreayshawn at?
? nasty
Tell 'em let's get nasty
I need me a menage, top it off with a massage
It's that cocaine sniffin', her mom and pop dissin'
Every time I hit the club I'm making a two pay tuition
Damn, I'm fuckin' rich
Who would've thunk it
Everclear and 151 and now I'm the only one whose drunk
And now I'm on one like that Jewish kid from Toronto
You get your money fast, well I get my paper pronto, pronto

Paper, paper, paper, that's all I get
Haters, haters, haters, cause I'm the shit
And yeah, they mad cause they still live with they moms
And they clocking in they jobs and we live life like a prom
Wearing tuxes fucking bitches
Nigga we're just wearing tuxes fucking bitches
Wearing tuxes fucking bitches, nigga
We just wearing tuxes fucking bitches
Prom shit

Prom shit, prom shit, yeah, we be on that prom shit
Prom shit, prom shit, yeah
This beat bang, it do though
One word, do though
And they shit don't bang, it don't though
One word, do go
Honour role shit

Paper, paper, paper, that's all I get
Haters, haters haters, cause I'm the shit
And yeah, they mad cause they still live with they moms
And they clocking in they jobs and we live life like a prom
Wearing tuxes fucking bitches
Nigga we're just wearing tuxes fucking bitches
Wearing tuxes fucking bitches, nigga
We just wearing tuxes fucking bitches
Prom shit

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