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letra de lower - joe budden

i tell her, sooner or later this club gon’ close
and you’ll be looking for something to do
she’ll be looking for somewhere to go
sooner or later this club gon close
i’m the n-gg- you gon wanna see
time the n-gg- you gon’ wanna know

[joe budden – verse 1]
look, face is incredible, amazing
had to notice as i p-ssed on the way in
gave her, she crashed where i was staying
i then had to tell her, relax we aint dating
can’t get the hotel suite with the fire place
without serena legs and the maya waist
good hair and skin like she should model more
drunk off of shots so what would i buy the bottle for
in a jaguar, she a couger only came her for the hoopers
still a n-gg- brought the ruger
he aint got no idea that i’m surrounded by them shooters
never know if i’ma have to treat em like he an intruder
now back to the shawty though, she say it’s natural
lipo scarred but it’s covered by a tattoo
bounced on the girlfriend, they aint even mad at you
what they even mad at though, yeah i like that att-tude

[hook]
now cut the lights down just a little lower
just a little lower (x3)
grab her by the thigh and get her to come closer
let her feel a gun size in the holster
just a little lower
grab her by the thigh and get her to come closer
let her feel a gun size in the holster
then fill her gl-ss with a tab she too sober
cut the lights down just a little lower
then hit the corner, something i gotta show ya

[young chris – verse 2]
pride so clean where the f-ck is my roof
somebody girl gon get f-cked in my coupe
no chain drippin’ lets give ’em the cartier
brighter than the club we brings the party here
where them hoes at, try to f-ck something
new toya, bout to buck something
know the haters out, gotta tuck something
came with the gun in the club i gotta cut something
only pretty girls, no duck huntin’
it’s that time of the whaat? b-tch suck something
straight shots, peach ciroc and i’m off
before you know it, the party be in the house
get up on that, get up in that
open wide girl, get ya chin back
my type of b-tch yeah, where you been at
lights way too bright you gotta dim that

[joe budden – verse 3]
shape, she should be on a poster
she get it in, a little jack, a little soda
and i’ll take it from the pole to the sofa
send her back out with her p-ssy all re-upholstered
shawty bad though, i’m talking dumb fine
all i need to do is h-t it one time
bet i be the n-gg- she gon wanna confine
try to bring the cuffs out, now i’m feeling confined
i aint chase her, other n-gg-s fought hard
you thinks it’s scarier, marry her, courtyard
me i beat it up, take the -ssault charge
marks all over her body like a report card
i need a witness, come and look at all of that
say she been around, i ignore p-ss
my bread is my bread i wont support her -ss
all that mean is there’s no rings in the forecast

[hook]

- joe budden

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