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JOE BUDDEN lyrics : "Lower"

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 ^!$$% you gon wanna see
Time the ^!$$% you gon' wanna know


[Joe Budden - Verse 1]
Look, face is incredible, amazing

Had to notice as I passed 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 ^!$$% 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 attitude


[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 glass 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 $#&@ 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? (*##$ 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 (*##$ 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 #~!!@ all re-upholstered

Shawty bad though, I'm talking dumb fine
All I need to do is hit it one time
Bet I be the ^!$$% she gon wanna confine

Try to bring the cuffs out, now I'm feeling confined
I aint chase her, other ^!$$%s fought hard
You thinks it's scarier, marry her, courtyard

Me I beat it up, take the $$#ault 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 pass
My bread is my bread I wont support her $$#
All that mean is there's no rings in the forecast


[Hook]

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