Dear Hip Hop Lyrics

Brianna Perry Dear Hip Hop

Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-
blond tramp,
And she's probably getting frisky...
Right now, he's probably buying her some fruit little
drink cause she can't shoot whiskey...

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick,
showing her how to shoot a combo...

And he don't know...

How be the crown, than snippet is wow