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Almighty Koda - After Class Lyrics

Almighty Koda (Verse 1)

Say you don't know me I was hoping I could walk you to class
Time like a buss down Rollie when I saw I walk pass
Slid by the professor I just wanna glimpse of that ass
Saw you was on yo way to trig let me shoot you my math
Lets subtract the clothes, multiply the shots, divide the cash
If your best friend bad then call her up we can add
Been about my business same one to sell you chips out the bag
Young almighty always known to cut bitches off like a tag wait
I had to take a second get my money up
I had to take a second get my money up
Thousand air you know I see a check I Run it up
Cut me swear I'm bleeding blue faced hundreds bruh
Put this bag first so I'll get that then I'll get with you
Might hit the stu with my niggas & blow it down tissue
Just A little bout myself let you know what you getting into
And if you down with that then we can kick it like jujitsu
I swear my mama raised me like a gentleman yea
First to open up ya door & same to pull on your hair
I Like ya style thick frame don't want ya if they don't stare
Shit ain't no point in missing out if other bitches compared
Ya ex sipping Amsterdam
We busy popping white & gold bottles
Attitude lil Kim & pussy pink like moscato
And honestly girl I just think you my type
Here's my number we should study tonight
Youngin True (Hook)

Let me get your number, get your sign, get your room (Get your room girl)
Put you in the loop when I hop right up out the stu (out the stu girl)
Only asking once girl I don’t beg I don’t choose (I don’t choose girl)
Know you feel this chemistry girl what I gotta do (Yea girl)
Know you be the flyest girl it’s all in the proof (In the proof girl)
You can call your friends burn some ends in the coupe (In the coupe girl)
Meet me after Class baby girl what it do (what it do girl)

Almighty Koda (Verse 2)

I could study your ass all day
This sex 101 I'll be in your class all day
Lets go all around the world, this Boston weather ain't cooking for ya
Never catching feelings just flights with whoever book em for ya
So I'll be flying with ya passenger seat
Cause sex on the beach stay wetter than the sex on sheets
Ain't no ordinary nigga
Spend a check on ya feet
We Crusing G4 pilots
Roll the best of them trees
But honestly I'm just here to create the moments you never had
Be your favorite like your jimmy choos & birkin bags
Sex drive on Bugatti but I ain't coming fast
Even Stevie wonder can look and see you my better half
Girl you Should be thankful for what you got not what we missing
Can't be a rolling stone baby
No time politicking
Now in this California bussin like a smithen
Youngin True (Hook)

Let me get your number, get your sign, get your room (Get your room girl)
Put you in the loop when I hop right up out the stu (out the stu girl)
Only asking once girl I don’t beg I don’t choose (I don’t choose girl)
Know you feel this chemistry girl what I gotta do (Yea girl)
Know you be the flyest girl it’s all in the proof (In the proof girl)
You can call your friends burn some ends in the coupe (In the coupe girl)
Meet me after Class baby girl what it do (what it do girl)