Lyrics Class - Young Dro

Class

You can’t touch this shit, man
It’s like the Holy Grail, baby
Keep playing, I’mma hold your head like a…
Feel short to care
I’mma show a nigga how to do it well
Everything costs, sure
You got money, you’re a bad bitch
My bad, I got a bitch on the line
I’mma come back
We’re riding all summer
Believe it or not, niggaz this is weepy
Hoes are like my hot wings
I’m ballin', nigga tryin' to find me
I’m going to New York
Hoes in Maui
Money in the wallet
Can anyone stop me?
You can’t find a nigga with a tape
And A.K.A to the risk
Now I got your body in the back
You ain’t even in the class up
You ain’t even in the class up
What the fuck you’re saying?
You ain’t even in the class up
Hey, you tell them that
Yeah!
You ain’t even in the class up
You ain’t even in the class up
What the fuck you’re saying?
You ain’t even in the class up
Hey, you tell them that
Hoes, I like them juicy like …
Even like a cannibal, of course
Like why are we at a horse?
Situation in my hand, that’s in my hand
I’m going back to the night like Batman
I eat a bitch up like pet man
I’m so sick with the flow
Catch that!
Please, tell me what’s wrong with me
You niggaz are strong as me
Yeah, we’re fuckin' with the same bitch
I’m from a band
You nigga… me?
Sun is about to get viper
She doesn’t know nothing
And tell the niggaz that she needs a diper
And I thought': bitches, here, hy, this is Shorty
Pull a nigga without its position
I can’t call it
What’s the nigga you like?
You ain’t even in the class up
You ain’t even in the class up
You ain’t even in the class up
You ain’t even in the class up
Hey, you tell them that