Part l
[Intro]
Flash the camera, flash the camera
Yeah, flash the camera
(Generation Y 1989)
Generation Y 1989, motherfucker
[Verse]
One time for the niggas on the left side (left side)
Two times for them hoes on the right side (right side)
Three times for that VIP
And I be riding through the hood like I ain't got shit
(I ain't got shit)
And she be giving out gifts like Santa Claus (Santa Claus)
Niggas stay checking on the catalog (catalog)
Pretty face, no make-up dawg
And no attitude or menopause
Shе's like, "Damn, past ten"
No exag, past tеn
This bitch is fine, she bad, damn
But she got a boyf- (boyfriend)
Baby, this may sound crazy
But everytime I come around you I be feeling pasty
Your husband said he gon' bake me like a pastry
That bitch made faggot ain't got the nuts to face me
Cause he the type of nigga to send an accidental text on purpose
Just so he can get attention like he earned it
Buy a bitch anything, 90 on the perc
65, 75, closer to that hundred, uh
And when he hit that hundred he gon' fuck you good
But when I hit that hundred Ima fuck you well
This can't be life, there's gotta be more
Croak the raven so I hope to be more
Searching for the one I hope she look like Charli B-More
[Intro]
Flash the camera, flash the camera
Yeah, flash the camera
(Generation Y 1989)
Generation Y 1989, motherfucker
[Verse]
One time for the niggas on the left side (left side)
Two times for them hoes on the right side (right side)
Three times for that VIP
And I be riding through the hood like I ain't got shit
(I ain't got shit)
And she be giving out gifts like Santa Claus (Santa Claus)
Niggas stay checking on the catalog (catalog)
Pretty face, no make-up dawg
And no attitude or menopause
Shе's like, "Damn, past ten"
No exag, past tеn
This bitch is fine, she bad, damn
But she got a boyf- (boyfriend)
Baby, this may sound crazy
But everytime I come around you I be feeling pasty
Your husband said he gon' bake me like a pastry
That bitch made faggot ain't got the nuts to face me
Cause he the type of nigga to send an accidental text on purpose
Just so he can get attention like he earned it
Buy a bitch anything, 90 on the perc
65, 75, closer to that hundred, uh
And when he hit that hundred he gon' fuck you good
But when I hit that hundred Ima fuck you well
This can't be life, there's gotta be more
Croak the raven so I hope to be more
Searching for the one I hope she look like Charli B-More
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