Big K.R.I.T. - Hey You lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. - Hey You lyrics

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] Aye, let me holla for a second Shoot some game in your direction 'bout this pimp sh**, you was tailor-made For this outfit Mind molded, brave ho, blindfolded Hands tied, never fall, landsliding I'm your man now, your one and only Your best friend, your homie Confidant when you lonely Tell me all your dreams And I'll proceed to sew the seams of this love affair A blanket with my arms to keep you warm Stay up under here Picture us rollin', car not stolen Gator shoes on my feet, chinchilla on my shoulders Coasting down 85 as you drive I puff this loud, put it in the air, sky-high A certified gold mine between your thighs I polish it and set it out to let it shine We going places like we never been Our side of town is smaller than the smallest town we in These lenses see your flaws Down for your cause When you let down your guard and I broke down your walls My number one starter Proud of you, no doubt in you, nothing like your father I drafted you then coached you in when no one else would bother [Hook] Hey you (Hey you) Baby, baby (Get down with this team shawty) I wanna talk to you (Let me talk to you) Baby, baby (Put you in this game, be my starter) Hey you Baby, baby (Let me be your Bulls) I wanna talk to you (Get you a couple rings, babygirl) Baby, baby (We goin places '09, ya feel me?) [Verse 2] A'ight, ok, a'ight, pretty brown eyes You can't deny I got you twisted like a dread On Erykah Badu's head that went missing You gifted and I know it Down to help you show it Pimpin' is as fluid as water, let me pour it On your mind Drip into your veins, feel it tingle in your spine Puppet to your heart Lose control, let it ride Give it all you got Any doubts, let 'em die It's just you and I, sho' you right Everything is everything, chillin' in the breeze Why give it up for love when you can charge a trick a fee? Don't know how you should budget? Baby, bring that sh** to me I'll knock it up and stretch it as far as the eye could see So forward flow Colder than cold could wish to be ?... smell of P-I-M-P Sippin' saki with Chinese broads that dig my spit Holla "Wo Ai Ni K.R.I.T" when they jump on my tip Chyeaaa

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