Big Boi – Tangerine (Gentlemen’s Club Remix) Ft. Rick Ross, Fabolous, and Bun

Download another hot new mp3 free audio song by Big Boi and this music is titled “Tangerine (Gentlemen’s Club Remix) Ft. Rick Ross, Fabolous, and Bun”.

This amazing music is the official remix of Big Boi (Ft. Khujo Goodie & T.I.) – Tangerine.

 

 

Listen up below!.

 

Big Boi – Tangerine (Gentlemen’s Club Remix) Ft. Rick Ross, Fabolous, and Bun

 

Lyrics

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T. & Big Boi]

She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream

She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine?

Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine

She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things

I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine

 

[Verse 1: Big Boi]

Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine

As everything outdoors, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like

Michael Jordan when he’s froze in a pose of a Jumpman

Top flight security on these hoes man

She drop it low only for me to pick her up

When she’s liquored up I’m leavin my fingerprints on her butt

A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman

General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin

Lovin the way that I’m dickin her down, Boi you bluffin

Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin

But this ain’t ’bout playin no cards dummy

Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me

Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin

To get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5’s and

I’m all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team

We burn it down like California trees in the breeze

Fire!

 

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Smoking like a big chief, fried like a six-piece

Styrofoam cup, sipping on that fish grease

Unhh! Got Pocahontas on my Yokohamas

A lot of chrome, top open, smell that marijuana

Yeahh, I’s a playa by nature

All the ladies catch feelings, fuck niggas catch vapors

Modern gaze, Marvin Gayes (unhh!)

Upgrade to G6, avoid the planes (yeahh!)

You not avoiding in my circle

The Audemars Pearl got ya girl face purple

MCM jacket in my throwback

Get head, and I never get a throw back, unhh!

 

[Hook 2: Big Boi & Khujo Goodie, & Fabolous]

Shake it like some Texas Pete dropping on your collard greens

Make it hotter and she want a dollar do you follow me?

Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine

Smelling like some tangerines, rolling like she on some beans

Garter belt full of green, booty busting out the seams

Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine, about to shake it like a tambourine

Big Boi, what’s up? Unh!

 

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

She don’t even walk, she wobble past

If she was a dog, she’d be a bobble-ass

I slap cheeks like Pimp, so I probably has

Loso, and rhinestones on the goblet glass

It’s me and you with our “Batman & Robin”-ass

In a two-seater, lettin’ steady Marvin blast

Man, fuck these niggas

The Hater Hall of Fame should induct these niggas

I know a girl thick as White Castle shakes

She jerk it back and forth, so we call her “Masturbate”

And she’ll dance for you if you got the cash it takes

If you ain’t got no money, she ain’t got no ass to shake

They say, “What it’s hittin for?” I ask em “Is it worth it?”

We in Club Perfections, but ain’t nobody perfect

Work with what you got, it’ll get you what you want

They gon’ talk behind ya back

‘Cause they ain’t with you in the front

 

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]

She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream

She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine

 

[Verse 4: Bun B]

She came around the corner like a big-body slab

With a top you wanna touch and a bottom you wanna grab

Thicker than a Snicker, man, and cuter than a button

With a face from out of Vogue and a body from straight stuntin’

Backside 45-36 double-D

26-inch waist (man!); she bout to trouble me

Body like an angel, got me fiendin’ like a demon

If I was a single man, I’d make her a Mrs. Freeman

Skin soft as lotion, walking slow-motion

Smell her perfume? It was Love Potion

Number 9 (9), think it’s “stop and get ya number” time

Baby, who you for? ‘Cause you damn sure ain’t one of mine

So cold, make it snow up in the summer

Girl, go’n’n jump yo big fine ass up in this Hummer

Ain’t no use in wondering how trill life be

Roll with the Trill OG and keep it trill like me

 

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T. & Big Boi]

She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream

She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine?

Shake it like a tambourine, she shake it like a tambourine

She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things

I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine

Shake it like a tambourine, shake it like a tambourine

 

[Outro: Big Boi]

Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it

Shake shake it, shake shake that ass

Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it

Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

(And all my ladies go to)

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

(Shake shake it, shake that ass)

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