Pac Div - Gorgeous lyrics

[Hook: Pac Div] Hey gorgeous I'm tryna get your attention You're listenin' to what your girlfriends mention They tell you that I got cruel intentions But they don't know me like that They don't know me like that You tryna throw me shade so what up with you? (What up?) I'm tryna put my bid in and hook it up with you (What up?) So stop listenin' to your friends who grew up with you (What up?) Cause they don't know me like that (Nah) They don't know me like that (Nah) [Verse 1: Like] What up? Now how you doin? It's somethin' ‘bout the way you walk, I'm checkin' out ya movements It's somethin' bout the way you talk that got my mind tuned in It's more than tryna break you off and tryna start a union Just me and you can, get acquainted I know your girl Kimmy hatin' At the house bored, startin' sh** for entertainment She think I'm pimpin', only in it for the penetration Mad cause I make losers out the men she chasin' To be sincere, it's like I speak a different language Cause when I say it's from the heart, you insist it's gamin' I'm tryna do Christmas cards and the [?] vacation Put the charge on credit cards and then skip the payments You the reignin', beauty pageant champion Louis baggin', fat rings, movie actress a** mean You must've did the hurdles on your track team You need to join my damn team [Hook] [Verse 2: BeYoung] Aye, yo yo, what up with you? I'm sayin' wa**up with you baby, can I get up with you? Have a couple brews Sit up and discuss with you how beautiful you are And how I dream to make some love to you I'm playin', I'm sayin' that you a special kind of lady friend So radiant, the way you're swayin' it Got me forgettin' what to say again Damn, uh, ‘scuse me, but uh, nah, nah, forget it Check it, let's get to sweet talk, sweetheart I know you're cla**y So wa**up with this attitude you throwin' at me? I'm tryna put my bid in, but you keep lookin' past me Look I ain't ugly no more, I cleaned up my acne And actually, your homegirls just mad we Connect on a whole ‘nother level they can't match, see I feel our vibe could be special if you let it come naturally Here, take down my number, just get at me [Hook] [Verse 3: Mibbs] Look at Ms. Thing tryna deflate my ego I'm workin' overtime though it equates to zero All because you listened to Nancy, what does she know? She stuck me with the bad guy, roll like Al Pacino (Forreal) Tellin' you all I want is the a**, then dash By bringin' up what happened in my past like a TiVo But she know and you know, that's old news I used to be a cold dude, until my pa**es got revoked Now I got a clean slate, lookin' for a date To take to the award shows, not towards home plate But once again, here comes another friend Sayin', “Girl, you shouldn't put your trust in him!” Like I'm a dog and they found somebody better for you Can't they go somewhere they ain't got nothin' better to do? Besides bash me, cross, and get involved, baby darlin' You have any questions at all, just ask ‘em [Hook]