Joe Budden - Lower lyrics

I tell her, sooner or later this club gon close And youll be looking for something to do Shell be looking for somewhere to go Sooner or later this club gon close Im the n***a you gon wanna see Time the n***a you gon wanna know [Joe Budden - Verse 1] Look, face is incredible, amazing Had to notice as I pa**ed on the way in Gave her, she crashed where I was staying I then had to tell her, relax we aint dating Cant get the hotel suite with the fire place Without Serena legs and the Maya waist Good hair and skin like she should model more Drunk off of shots so what would I buy the bottle for In a Jaguar, she a couger only came her for the hoopers Still a n***a brought the ruger He aint got no idea that Im surrounded by them shooters Never know if Ima have to treat em like he an intruder Now back to the shawty though, she say its natural Lipo scarred but its covered by a tattoo Bounced on the girlfriend, they aint even mad at you What they even mad at though, yeah I like that attitude [Hook] Now cut the lights down just a little lower Just a little lower (x3) Grab her by the thigh and get her to come closer Let her feel a gun size in the holster Then fill her gla** to the top she too sober Cut the lights down just a little lower Then hit the corner, something I gotta show ya [Young Chris - Verse 2] Ride so clean where the f** is my roof Somebody girl gon gettin f-cked in my coupe No chain drippin lets give em the Cartier Ride up to the club we brings the party here Where them hoes at, try to f-ck something New toya, bout to buck something Know the haters out, gotta tuck something Cant get the gun in the club I gotta cut something Only pretty girls, no duck huntin Its that time of the whaat? b**h s** something Straight shots, peach Ciroc and Im off Before you know it, the party be in the house Get up on that, get up in that Open wide girl, get ya chin back My type of b**h yeah, where you been at Lights way too bright you gotta dim that [Hook] [Joe Budden - Verse 3] Shape, she should be on a poster She get it in, a little jack, a little soda And Ill take it from the pole to the sofa Send her back out with her p**y all re-upholstered Shawty bad though, Im talking dumb fine All I need to do is hit it one time Bet I be the n***a she gon wanna confine Try to bring the cuffs out, now Im feeling confined I aint chase her, other n***as fought hard You thinks its scarier, marry her, courtyard Me I beat it up, take the a**ault charge Marks all over her body like a report card I need a witness, come and look at all of that Say she been around, I ignore pa** My bread is my bread I wont support her a** All that mean is theres no rings in the forecast [Hook]