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letra de hey you - big k.r.i.t.

[verse 1: big k.r.i.t.]
aye, let me holla for a second
shoot some game in your direction
’bout this pimp sh-t, you was tailor-made
for this outfit

mind molded, brave ho, blindfolded
hands tied, never fall, landsliding
i’m your man now, your one and only
your best friend, your homie
confidant when you lonely
tell me all your dreams
and i’ll proceed to sew the seams of this love affair
a blanket with my arms to keep you warm
stay up under here
picture us rollin’, car not stolen
gator shoes on my feet, chinchilla on my shoulders
coasting down 85 as you drive
i puff this loud, put it in the air, sky-high
a certified gold mine between your thighs
i polish it and set it out to let it shine
we going places like we never been
our side of town is smaller than the smallest town we in
these lenses see your flaws
down for your cause
when you let down your guard and i broke down your walls
my number one starter
proud of you, no doubt in you, nothing like your father
i drafted you then coached you in when no one else would bother

[hook]
hey you (hey you)
baby, baby (get down with this team shawty)
i wanna talk to you (let me talk to you)
baby, baby (put you in this game, be my starter)
hey you
baby, baby (let me be your bulls)
i wanna talk to you (get you a couple rings, babygirl)
baby, baby (we goin places ’09, ya feel me?)

[verse 2]
a’ight, ok, a’ight, pretty brown eyes
you can’t deny i got you twisted like a dread
on erykah badu’s head that went missing
you gifted and i know it
down to help you show it
pimpin’ is as fluid as water, let me pour it
on your mind
drip into your veins, feel it tingle in your spine
pump into your heart
lose control, let it ride
give it all you got
any doubts, let ’em die
it’s just you and i, sho’ you right
everything is everything, chillin’ in the breeze
why give it up for love when you can charge a trick a fee?
don’t know how you should budget?
baby, bring that sh-t to me
i’ll knock it up and stretch it as far as the eye could see
so forward flow
colder than cold could wish to be
?… smell of p-i-m-p
sippin’ saki with chinese broads that dig my spit
holla “wo ai ni k.r.i.t” when they jump on my tip
chyeaaa

- big k r i t

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