AUGUST 12 (Bonus) Lyrics

Yea Yea, Woo

Yea yea

I feel like Fifty, where is DJ Whoo Kid

She said we gotta have some conversations, but you know I'm not down

How you want me at the club, then you're giving me the runaround

Got them tears on her cheek like my dawgs in the pound

Swear to god I'm gonna tweak if you don't settle your ass down

Inside of the Acura, baby, why you crying

We had a good night, you wearing waterproof mascara

Wipe them tears out of your eyes, I get it, yeah

You didn't want your girl to know

Cause me and her been fucked like 20 times fo 'sho

And this shit ain't for show

Popping bottles, like Chandon, even Veuve Cliquot

In the booth with 20 hoes, you know Sloshie been on go

I'm someone in my city, anything I need, I get it for the low, for the low

Unfollowed by them Cuban girls, they don't know the truth, girl

Used to send you trucks and cars, and now you wanna be a rude girl

Oh, now you wanna be a rude girl

Thank God that it's Friday, glasses filled with Chardonnay

I call that boy Jackson Triggz cause he's selling them shottys

I'm with shawty, 42 shots

James Worthy, Sloshie always balling

And thank God that it's Saturday

I wanna post up with these hoes like it's a Matinee

Whatever happened to Albanian girl, she ran away

Fuck it, she found a man so I can't do a thing

I need a freak who knows the burden of a secret

Keep her word for a fee cause ain't shit free here

As for that Filipina, get your name out of my mouth

Red card, time out, time out

Mark my words, Sloshie been on that beef shit

Sloshie really gonna be shit

I'm overseas on some sightseeing shit

You didn't want your girl to know

How many days did we spend out on roads

On some bad weather shit, good weather shit

Sun tanning shit, La Favella shit

I get it, I get it