Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frat House, artist - Slaughterhouse. Album song welcome to: OUR HOUSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Frat House |
I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down |
I’mma hold my own, yeah |
Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a crack house |
Welcome to the frat house |
Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills |
I’mma hold my own, yeah |
Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a crack house |
Welcome to the frat house |
Your lady’s on my dick, you’ll probably be mad |
If you find out I had her skipping biology class |
You got comedy cash |
I’m a quarter of the Slaughter, half of the dream team, the anomaly Bad |
We here to riot the scene |
Quiet your entire college up, tie up your dean |
My Q-Dog's on that step shit |
I’m 'bout to send a text to my next ex-bitch |
Have you on pills, on 'shrooms |
Have you feeling like oh-la-la-laa |
Now it’s sounding like Lauryn Hill’s in your dorm room |
Spit at me wrong, get hit with my new llama |
It’ll knock him out his shoes |
Dropping more niggas then who dropping out of school |
Slaughterhouse gang, streamers, confetti |
The squeamish had better get ready, because |
LBC, we them beach boys |
We don’t need your education, we Pink Floyd |
I’m getting destroyed |
I’m getting oral from a Maury sexy decoy; |
she on that E boy |
She paying tuition with webcam’s and PayPal |
School in L.A. but she say she from 8 Mile |
Her pussy hotter than a chili pepper |
I tell her lay down and give it away give it away now |
Later on, she’ll be wearing my Letterman jacket |
Reach in your pocket (Mollies) medicine packet |
Let 'em attack it cause that’s my regular tactic |
‘Cuz that’s what let’em get active, whoever said I’m romantic |
Is wrong, hope you got a powerful chin |
Cause they say blowjobs are flowers for men |
I’mma need about a dozen, go get your guzzling cousins |
And your trouser arousers, we wilding again |
See I’m an on-stage rock star |
(Backstage porn star) |
Gave my laptop (Then I threw her on the armoire) |
Make it red storm when that Saint John in you |
(Brain in the college in Philly, call that Temple |
I like a really huge ass) |
Bend over, take her to church now she in U-Mass |
Scoop my Spelman broad for all out sex |
Show her 12 bedrooms, still there’s more house left |
(Titty in my left hand |
Drunk as a freshman on his tenth keg stand) |
Got a sophomore, all jaw, give me drunk head |
Roommate joined in, climbing down from the bunk bed |
(Yeah) Matter of fact (No) |
(Yo, I am so… throwed) |
This pill gave me a new demeanor |
(Chris Reeves graduated, I’m a super senior) |