Lyrics

Hey brother
I’m looking for an upper
A birdie told me you’re the fun I’ve been trying to discover
I was hoping we could have a bit of a bender
Phil
I know that you are usually a sender
Just a couple guys going out on a pub crawl
Trying to get high on a pocket of phuck all
Phil and I acting above law
Belly never been full
Harlum always asking who got more
(You got more?)

You think that you’re better than me
When you get to drive home ‘cause you don’t drink lager
Waking up and you’re probably full of beans You’re a good boy
Do you get it from your father

And I’m about to get it on
You wouldn’t know ‘cause you’re a good boy
Don’t ya call me on the phone
Yeah
Cause Imma Imma
‘bout to hit it
And you’ll never get it on like me
And I will never be a good boy
You ever hit the g-zone baby
Well I’m a b b b about to hit it

Hey man
What you gonna say man
I don’t wanna make plans
I just wanna drink man
Have a celebration
Go hard in the paint man
Waka Flocka gonna wanna copy how we’re thinking
(What?)
One way ticket to the litty committee
We keeping it jiggy
Harlum and Philly hitting ya city
All the dipshits from Ipswich to Mississippi
Grab ya fish kits and rip this
Sing it with me

And I’m about to get it on
You wouldn’t know ‘cause you’re a good boy
Don’t ya call me on the phone
Yeah
Cause Imma Imma
‘bout to hit it
And you’ll never get it on like me
And I will never be a good boy
You ever hit the g-zone baby
Well I’m a b b b about to hit it

Hey man I’m really sorry to say now
But Mum said she doesn’t want us to hang out
All the fun I’m really into it
But Mum said you’ve been a really bad influence
All the drinking and the sniffing and the puffing and the popping
I been loving every minute but I really gotta stop it
If you want to
We could say goodbye to the old us
By going to the pub for a couple of cold ones
(Screw it, let’s get phucked up)

And I’m about to get it on
You wouldn’t know ‘cause you’re a good boy
Don’t ya call me on the phone
Yeah
Cause Imma Imma
‘bout to hit it
And you’ll never get it on like me
And I will never be a good boy
You ever hit the g-zone baby
Well I’m a b b b about to hit it

Wooh
I need a nap