Jay-Tremaine - Centerfold lyrics

[Hook: Jay-Tremaine] Hello Ms. Centerfold Wish that you could stay But before I know you strike a pose And then you go (x4) [Verse 1: Jonny K.] So mami she a bad one, y'all seen her That a**, hips and them features A stoner so I'm tryna put my lips right on that Reifer I'm a, regular n***a nope I'm not no famous star So best believe I'm tryna f** with that A&R Picture me when we made it ballin' with my brothers She gon' be seein' magazines with me up on that Cover.. Drive around in that mustang with her right by my side Bumpin' Midnight Music this the sh** that be all on my mind might.. f** around and make a s**tape, three-way, me, her and Mary Jane And if she don't go green we sip that champagne til' the A.M A-N-D a, team we call RLG got these ladies gettin' friendly And these rappers green with envy n***a I just had to say that though Had to let these n***as know so right back to Ms. Centerfold She all over my radio I'm all over the internet So we both on our grizzly she a island girl? Come f** with a dude from NY City yeah.. [Hook] [Verse 2: Chuck Larry] Tell me, is you a bad girl with good intentions? You know the ones with cla** but always in detention Lookin' for a sharp minded dude, old ones had you cuttin' tension And oh, couple things I forgot to mention Got a sense of style treating all them boys like accessories But Martin and Louis could never stand next to me Is love the reason that you drunk? Or is it that Nuvo you be sippin' Know you come along with baggage, please dont get to trippin' Tryna see the world with you Bumpin Aston Martin Music thinkin' when I cop that coupe it's me and you Know that magazines try to tell you how to love but you don't really need those issues Old n***a got you grabbin' tissues, BBMs sayin' that he miss you He say you actin' different and he wanna know why I be that guy, that's why, I make sure he see that "R" But no reply... [Hook] [Verse 3: Trizzy] See I'm posted up, my shorty G as f** No gang signs but I still got 'em throwin' up I make 'em sick, cause of the way I spit I got 'em catchin' feelings cause they keep slippin' up with they b**h Writing tracks on tracks, runnin' my city so I could put racks on racks n***a, I hustle hard...it's for the paper...we all stars, rockin' Chuck Taylors hold up I, return with a bad flow, and most my bros got afros Return with a crack flow, and all my goons got mad dough Shorty say she wanna ride with a youngin' Ride with a youngin' got my eyes on her buns and She cool, dressed neat, smell like Victoria's Secret Shorty go downtown and most def' she rockin' some clean kicks Got me thinkin' 'bout her all day Ri-Ri-Ri-Rihanna shorty she be Pon' De Replay we gone, n***a! [Hook]