Housey by Cartel Madras Lyrics

Quote from the song “Housey” by Cartel Madras

I need a bitch to riot at my show
I need a bitch to fight at my show
I need a bitch to stunt at my show
I need a bitch to leave her man, at my show
X2

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Housey”

• Produced: Andy Sun
• Written: Cartel Madras
• Release Date: July 22, 2018

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Housey” Released in 2018

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I need a bitch to riot at my show
I need a bitch to fight at my show
I need a bitch to stunt at my show
I need a bitch to leave her man, at my show
X2

I need a bitch x 7

I need a bitch to riot at my show
I need a bitch to fight at my show
I need a bitch to stunt at my show
I need a bitch to leave her man, at my show
X2

[Contra:]

Get ya girl talking
And she really wanna flex now
Come in to the club;
She gotta gunmetal dress on
Bitch I know you stressed now;
Yah trynna make a mess now
Fuck your man up, while you got another pressed down
Like, the biggest and the baddest bitch
That you have ever been
Shut the fuck up dude
I think it's time for you to take a seat
Half the time we half cut
Decked in gold like king tut
Adidas and some white dust
Hope your stuff ain’t bust
Rolling through the club
I'm tipsy, not enough
The beat moves through me; “omygawshdude shutitup”

I'm Dravidian, triple ten
Coming from the southside
Smooth butter caramel
Coming from the southside
Smooth butter caramel, Cakes Killa cutie pie
Growing up in Edgeridge
Bougie and some bad kids Lay him down at 10 o’clock, then ditch him for a better bid
Your bitch hit me up too, sent a real saucy vid
Shawty riled up since you took her out to my gig

[Eboshi:]

Young, dumb, handsome; looking for a fit bum
Trynna have a bit of fun, Before the night is done
Run, quick hun; turn down the lights and fix some
Boozy beverages, so we can leverage it
I guess I love the fucking chase
Remember I'm a legend, mate
Not on the first date? Oh great, I'm late
Can you at least reciprocate?
Hate feeling too intimate
I Love playing jailbait
Why you never text quick? I ain't into playing tricks
I'm just trynna get dick, Real sick, I'm real slick
Light bitch, in a stitch, finna get a bit rich, without the hitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch...)
I don't have a type, well
(type well, type well)
Maybe Harvey Keitel
(Keitel, bitch)
Maybe Michael Keaton....

[Contra and Eboshi:]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck; fuck him in the face
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch; bitch, you know my race
Drip, drip, drip, drip; know you want a taste
Like hit, hit, hit, hit; hit ‘em with the bass x3

Drip, drip, drip, drip; know you want a taste
Like hit, hit, hit, hit; hit ‘em with the bass
X3

I need a bitch to riot at my show
I need a bitch to fight at my show
I need a bitch to stunt at my show
I need a bitch to leave her man, at my show
X2

[Eboshi:]

Don't you think that I should know better
But I do and I don’t, I’m a real go getter
Jet setter, player lover, etcetera
Lemme get at ya, lemme grab at ya
I ain't mad at ya
I don’t wanna manage ya
I just wanna say
Catch me at the gig on a weekend;
I'll look right, but you know I stay creeping
Up all night, while the others be sleepin'
Boy that ass is tight
What was your name even?
Boy that ass is tight what was your name

[creepin]

Boy that ass is tight
What was your name even?
Boy that ass is tight what was your name

[creepin]