Brizzy - Gimmie Your Name Redux lyrics

[Verse 1: Inferno] Back in 9th grade, me and women never clicked Now I get em open like a n***a set a pick And even when I can't, I don't give a letter six I just find a better chick, INF will never quit I lay sick game, but my eyes are fine Like I was triple H, I like em china fine So when I saw you with your wide behind You know I got in front of every guy in line And every dime in mine just got they card declined Cuz a girl who's off the wall? Those are hard to find We ain't gotta be together from sunrise to 9 Just let me get a little time like a minor crime Then we could stop by my address and undress I got a some issues, with you I'd have one less So we gone sip a 40 oz to this And listen to the homie Brizzy, he about to spit [Verse 2: Brizzy] Drop dead gorgeous but her name ain't lucy An addict I need more of it she do something to me Average as adequate chill n***a not having it Gotta be a 10 or my decision is adamant She keep me up n at'em that's why I call her atom ant Man it's something about her, she thick like chowder And the way she treats my schnitzel let's me know she a rider Late nights early morning never getting any sleep Why even worry when my dream is laying next to me Damn she so bad that the cops wanna cuff her g Presence is a luxury when she drop it low like bucket Get more attention than the screens of computer geeks Lips so soft in stores she would compete with peep Chivalry is dead so fresh from the grave it's me Chocolate and savory ur personal savior see And enjoy the wonders of the boy And if u ever feel caged seek me for release [Verse 3: Inferno] You no regular chick, facts, never forget that When I saw you I needed medical dispatch Because I pa**ed out, but your incredible hips that Was all it really took to end of the rest of my quick nap We could get together split the rest of a six pack And watch the sunset, it's a blessing to kick back You need a man to treat you like a feather in his cap I know you heard it all, we can sever the chit chat This ain't a love song, it's a like song Said I'd take a shot, now I finally got my sights on If we were together you could get your Big Syke on Eyes on you, I would treat you like an icon I heard that you left your bae, like Mark Jackson My mind said shut my mouth, my heart's asking Money is time, relations are taxing But I know you feeling me, let's stop acting