Hit-Boy - Extra Mile lyrics

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Told her put your favourite panties on Daddy gon' take you out My temperatures going up but really I'm all smiles They running out of gas, we just fill up I wonder where the other MCs go I mean Marshawn Lynch I'm in beast mode, yeah Cuban link swinging on a speedboat Yelling so long n***as I'm outchea way I can spot an undercover freak from miles away That's cause I've been going in since 98 So if she up and left me trust, I'll be straight When she coming back that's a TBA I'mma let the top down what's your ETA? 6 inch heels f** it lead the way And you know the p**y good if she don't advertise All we do is strategize about how to enterprise I truly epitomize a player that hit his stride A salad skip the fries I put her on the thug life and miss Mary J Blige Even El DeBarge wrote a 16 bars I think I'm recharged You couldn't test me if you had a scan tron With a number two pencil dawg I might vic you If you come home late baby I'mma charge interest Game face on she gon' never show interest Till I stop f**ing with her then she's yours [Hook: Hit-Boy] Drove this sh** right into the ground Let it go south I'm up the street from the house Parked at the extra mile Highway ain't gonna hold this this And her soul this thick Gave you some attention and you got addicted [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] Don't let this sh** go to your head But I need you right here in my bed Keep it a buck I still miss your pancakes And these n***as still can't get no handshakes Legends in the game know I got the golden touch n***as take advantage when they know too much First to admit I got issues with trust Closer a n***a to you the deeper the cut You won't catch me slipping catch me in the cut Band practice yeah I'm tryna run it up Working on the graveyard shift p**y n***as still hating on the kid, (Half-A-Mil) Great times, [?] shay blonde keep the heat out OG brought the 63 out Who I'm taking home that's the grey area Don't get out of character and I'll take care of ya [Hook: Hit-Boy] Drove this sh** right into the ground Let it go south I'm up the street from the house Parked at the extra mile Highway ain't gonna hold this this And her soul this thick Gave you some attention and you got addicted [Outro: Hit-Boy + Dom Kennedy Don't let this sh** go to your head, dont Don't let this sh** go to your head, dont Don't let this sh** go to your head Clear the space Half-A-Mil reserved both tables Don't let this sh** go to your head, dont Don't let this sh** go to your head, dont Don't let this sh** go to your head Clear the space Half-A-Mil reserved both tables