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Upperclassmen Video (MV)




Performed By: B3 the Third
Length: 4:50
Written by: Robert Betchley




B3 the Third - Upperclassmen Lyrics




I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss
I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss

She keep saying that I'm good
Guess I do it mo' betta like Wilx
Feeling like I'm really known up in my hood
Standing over all these rappers like stilts
Man I don't think they really understood
Bad bitch but she slick like silk
And I'm just out here doing what I should
I'm the man like I'm delivering milk
No kilt with it, but I swear you can get killed with it
My life's a movie with no film in it
Got some hundreds on my mattress that's it blow it all, just know I ain't talking wind milling
Boy I been trilling, been killing all these shows
Kind of slow but it'll pick up just catch me out on the road
It's cool like a cooler, promise I'm getting cooler
All cash mathematics no math Ferris Bueller ahhhh shit
You a stupid ass bitch, Id never trade you for this shit
I ain't trying be a dick but I might come off as a dick, I'm sorry
But you can never have a kiss nah
I wake up get cake then ride
Slide in my DM like bye
Don't even try, get the hell off of my line
Can't you see I don't have time bitch

I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss
I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss

They hating we waking and caking
We stacking our bread you would swear that we baking
You wasting your time like a bully behaving
We shaking your girl is a hoe like she raking
Top 5 in ratings for rappers in Nashville
I'm making a name they remember me like an equation
Read my location they follow like Twitter but still none my songs in rotation
But bitches be posting my songs in quotations
Working I don't have no time for vacation
Got bars it's no visitation
No patience for waiting the top is just my expectation
Loving me no explanation
Other than that I am the man exclamation!
Traveling no exploration bout green vegetation
A hunnit mill's my estimation
So I, got some hundreds on my mattress
Bout my green no drought like a cactus
And just like taxes everybody hate you
When I came through they were starring like a Hollywood actress
I been, focused like a camera flicking they wishing we living
Use to tell em but they never listened
I'm getting you not I'm hot like new drop tops in summer whipping right through
I bet you kidding
Man these rappers tripping, you dig

Yup

I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss
I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss
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I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss
I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss

She keep saying that I'm good
Guess I do it mo' betta like Wilx
Feeling like I'm really known up in my hood
Standing over all these rappers like stilts
Man I don't think they really understood
Bad bitch but she slick like silk
And I'm just out here doing what I should
I'm the man like I'm delivering milk
No kilt with it, but I swear you can get killed with it
My life's a movie with no film in it
Got some hundreds on my mattress that's it blow it all, just know I ain't talking wind milling
Boy I been trilling, been killing all these shows
Kind of slow but it'll pick up just catch me out on the road
It's cool like a cooler, promise I'm getting cooler
All cash mathematics no math Ferris Bueller ahhhh shit
You a stupid ass bitch, Id never trade you for this shit
I ain't trying be a dick but I might come off as a dick, I'm sorry
But you can never have a kiss nah
I wake up get cake then ride
Slide in my DM like bye
Don't even try, get the hell off of my line
Can't you see I don't have time bitch

I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss
I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss

They hating we waking and caking
We stacking our bread you would swear that we baking
You wasting your time like a bully behaving
We shaking your girl is a hoe like she raking
Top 5 in ratings for rappers in Nashville
I'm making a name they remember me like an equation
Read my location they follow like Twitter but still none my songs in rotation
But bitches be posting my songs in quotations
Working I don't have no time for vacation
Got bars it's no visitation
No patience for waiting the top is just my expectation
Loving me no explanation
Other than that I am the man exclamation!
Traveling no exploration bout green vegetation
A hunnit mill's my estimation
So I, got some hundreds on my mattress
Bout my green no drought like a cactus
And just like taxes everybody hate you
When I came through they were starring like a Hollywood actress
I been, focused like a camera flicking they wishing we living
Use to tell em but they never listened
I'm getting you not I'm hot like new drop tops in summer whipping right through
I bet you kidding
Man these rappers tripping, you dig

Yup

I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss
I ain't really into fashion, but if I dress up then I'll probably take your bitch
I can hardly even imagine, thought about it all I really want is this
Got some hundreds on my mattress, I been gambling and stacking up my chips
Feeling like an upperclassmen, why the hell does she keep blowing me a kiss
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Writer: Robert Betchley
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