Suede [Uptwnmixx]

Hey (ayy, ayy) (What? What?) Yes Lord (I miss you baby) Uh, smoother than a motherfucker (what? What?) Suede on the inside Candy paint, candy paint I ain't gotta tell you what the rims look like (yeah) Look, I'm gripping wood like a motherfucker (woo) She ask me can her friend ride (yeah, yeah) Kelly wanna have a drink And Shonnie wanna pop pills all night Look, don't be fucking with my tape deck (woo) You gon' listen to this Marvin You gon' to listen to this Bloodstone (what? What?) Oh y'all niggas want that Barry White? Well, I don't really fuck with that right there That could make a nigga act up right there Well go and get your rocks off, boo Nah, nah, nah, I don't really do all that, but it's more for you (Come on, yes Lord) I'm far from a pimp, but I'm close to you (what? What?) You fucking with an old soul, twice removed My pops used to work up on them fighter jets Maybe that's the reason I be, through (yes Lord) Now who the fuck called me a player? I ain't one these young niggas out here sweating for a pay stub I'm a coach, I'ma teach these bitches how to layup Now most of y'all can't do shit But all my chicks cook grits (hey, hey, what?, What?) Uh, and roll a spliff, at the same damn time You ain't live long enough, to have a bitch this fine (I miss you baby) Now if you don't mind If I call you a bitch (what? What?) It's 'cause you're my bitch And as long as no one else call you a bitch Then there won't be no problems, nah (yeah) If I call you a trick It's 'cause you paid rent And as long as you don't call after six Then there won't be no problems Walk with me now She with it, she with it Shit, keep it three hundred I ain't even gotta hit it She with it, she with it (what? What?) All she wanna do is watch a real nigga winning (yeah), nigga She with it, she with it Look me in my eye, there'll be no simping She with it, she with it Gotta whole lot of women, all of them with it (I miss you baby) Yes Lord (yes Lord, what? What?) My momma said don't trust these hoes, boy be about your loot (True story) Now if my momma told me that, why the fuck would I listen to you? (Yeah) Yes Lord You never go broke chasing riches But you might go broke Chasing every lil' stank-ass ho with a tongue piercing, now If I call you a bitch (woo) It's 'cause you're my bitch And as long as no one else call you a bitch (what? What?) Then there won't be no problems, nah If I call you a trick It's 'cause you paid rent And as long as you don't call after six Then there won't be no problems (I miss you baby) Walk with me now She with it, she with it (what? What?) Shit, keep it three hundred I ain't even gotta hit it, nigga She with it, she with it All she wanna do is watch a real nigga winning (yeah), nigga She with it, she with it Look me in my eye, there'll be no simping She with it, she with it Gotta whole lot of women, all of them with it Yes Lord (yes Lord)