BJ The Chicago Kid - Studio (Remix) lyrics

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BJ The Chicago Kid - Studio (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by Swiff D] [Verse 1: Nas] Finished up my new album, single 'bout to be droppin' Last album on Def Jam and now I got so many options Maybe I go to Raton, out in a Rollie on arm, couple cigars They be like aren't you Nas ah man, I just say nah, they say I know you a star They say I know who you are, but I'm really late night in the stu' Got a call from my dog Q, for the G-Mix now let's groove p**y stock going up, I think it's all of these checks I think it's cause you love yourself a smooth thug dude from the 'jects When Belly's on TV the only time that I receive your texts sh** I must be poppin', got so many options Tall models, short models, big girls to coke bottles Church girls to bad b**hes, I'm interviewing, holla [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid (Nas)] (I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby) But this song so f**in' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin' So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] You need a real n***a, shorty so come in, throw that p**y, shorty See I think you and me can make it, this little verse to get you naked See, your heart ain't meant for breaking, Cupid's never been mistaken See, I been caught up in the moment, sh**, my type ain't quite her type But now this gangsta n***a on it, she can twist my weed and hit the 'yac I can hit your type without the hat, put that p**y on the map I see qualities in a bad girl, I know that a** you got Come with attitude and your swag, girl, you ain't wrong, girl Just when that door knock lose your thong, girl Cause you girl, cause you girl, girl, cause you girl, girl [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] [Bridge: ScHoolboy Q] Throw a loc your p**y, girl, you knowing that your n***a faded Can I hit that p**y way I wanna while this record playing? Put my tongue in different places, play a game of Operation Na-na-na, la-la, la-la, you get what I'm saying No metaphors, nothing like that I'm keeping it straight to the point with you I'mma put this dick up all in-side-of-you [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]