Hey You Songtext
von Mr. Shadow
Hey You Songtext
She know me she heard of me she seen how I live
She seen the 64′ impala crawlin on 80 inch wheels
She wanna ride, side, look me in my eyes
And said baby I know it's greater later but I rather have you now
I said yeah it′s bout that time for me and you to recline
And no more carlos rossi wine with me it's gone be the finest
And diamonds is gone blind you but baby get used to shinin'
See lately your dude been grindin′
They ain′t payin' you for this rhymin′
Me and you slidin' mindin′ our own business
But certain niggas and bitches be all up in it
They can't get with the fact that we in it to win it
BET need to see how I′m livin'
The main ingredient seasoning in the kitchen
You know me I'm greedy I′m eatin′ all my nutritions
Till the end this is how it's gone be
Hey you and me till the day we D-I-E
I like yo green eyes red hair and smell
My night nurse with a purse full of get me wells
She never fails me, tells me she loves me so
She let′s me hit it right before and after every show
Wherever I go my baby gotta be by my side
She was born out in Amsterdam she loves to get high
Left home at 14 now she's 28
My lady is full grown known in every state
So make no mistake we smoke night and day
Anytime anyplace in the finest of ways
She′s so crazy, wears me out and makes me lazy
Sweatin' out THC she so amazin′
No time wasted ma we get to it
Faded and X-rated to some reggae music
It's a Mayhem Click thing HLR
Bitch no one can change us that's the way we are yeah
I only fuck with bad bitches gotta be dimes
To sit in VIP with me and sip bottles of wine
Two models a time patron with lime it′s on we grind
Shine see the look in her eyes she wanna be mine
Sittin′ passenger on genuine leather recline
The finest of wine the finest we dine
She's the finest you′ll find the tightest behind
Minus the wine great mommy's breaded she got me straight
Plates with lobster and prawns and filet mignon
Some cheeks she laid me on then laid me bone
Then paid me home she buy me homes mansions
No mobile homes or mobile phones we communicate
12 Rooms estates paper plates on new whips
Stay with new chips like doritos
And dipped in sauce like chips at El Torito′s
Sideways forever y'all played out like Nintendo′s
She seen the 64′ impala crawlin on 80 inch wheels
She wanna ride, side, look me in my eyes
And said baby I know it's greater later but I rather have you now
I said yeah it′s bout that time for me and you to recline
And no more carlos rossi wine with me it's gone be the finest
And diamonds is gone blind you but baby get used to shinin'
See lately your dude been grindin′
They ain′t payin' you for this rhymin′
Me and you slidin' mindin′ our own business
But certain niggas and bitches be all up in it
They can't get with the fact that we in it to win it
BET need to see how I′m livin'
The main ingredient seasoning in the kitchen
You know me I'm greedy I′m eatin′ all my nutritions
Till the end this is how it's gone be
Hey you and me till the day we D-I-E
I like yo green eyes red hair and smell
My night nurse with a purse full of get me wells
She never fails me, tells me she loves me so
She let′s me hit it right before and after every show
Wherever I go my baby gotta be by my side
She was born out in Amsterdam she loves to get high
Left home at 14 now she's 28
My lady is full grown known in every state
So make no mistake we smoke night and day
Anytime anyplace in the finest of ways
She′s so crazy, wears me out and makes me lazy
Sweatin' out THC she so amazin′
No time wasted ma we get to it
Faded and X-rated to some reggae music
It's a Mayhem Click thing HLR
Bitch no one can change us that's the way we are yeah
I only fuck with bad bitches gotta be dimes
To sit in VIP with me and sip bottles of wine
Two models a time patron with lime it′s on we grind
Shine see the look in her eyes she wanna be mine
Sittin′ passenger on genuine leather recline
The finest of wine the finest we dine
She's the finest you′ll find the tightest behind
Minus the wine great mommy's breaded she got me straight
Plates with lobster and prawns and filet mignon
Some cheeks she laid me on then laid me bone
Then paid me home she buy me homes mansions
No mobile homes or mobile phones we communicate
12 Rooms estates paper plates on new whips
Stay with new chips like doritos
And dipped in sauce like chips at El Torito′s
Sideways forever y'all played out like Nintendo′s
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