Lounge Mode - With You lyrics

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Lounge Mode - With You lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna (sample)] Yo, what up, this is for Kreators Ain't no sweat, same old game, we love the honey ("with you, with you") We love the honeys, everywhere a chick, chick There a chick, there a chick, everywhere ("said I'm ready now, oh") Yo, uh-huh, bigger Don', yo [Cappadonna] I love a honey, half Chinese, and half Gayanese Be quick, drop to her knees Don't even ask me sh**, always on the stroll I'm lookin' for a straight hood rat chick Something to go home with Something I just might wanna be alone with Something I don't have to play the phone with All I gotta do is, just bone the sh** First night, that's when I meet that chick I'm on the strip, C-Don, yeah, girl get a grip You know my steelo, army fatigue Timberland boots, don't let me intrigue But I gotta smoke a blunt with you Straight up and down, play the front with you I just wanna stunt with you, cuz you my fly boo Yeah, you know how we do [Interlude: sample (Lounge Mode)] "With you, with you" (baby girl, come walk with me, man) "With you, with you" (let's go over here, youknowhatimean, to the bodega) "Said I'm ready now, oh" (let me get a Dutch, and a good wrap It's so necessary, man, so we can just swing one, you know, yo) [Lounge Mode] Yo, what's the deal gorgeous? I can't hit you on your Sprint cordless? And one day, talk about it over food orders I'm Lounge Lo, where you from, how I figured out It's all good, what's your name? I wanna dig you out And make you something, get dough and break you something Spend time, plus dine at the lake or something Have s** foreplay, and watch a tape or something Yeah baby, let's get it on, the wave is nothing Wild style thug, still run with an eight Got a chick now, gettin' it crunk fifth in the waist And she dealin with a cat like me exactly Like, givin' love names and callin' me Blacky I said, that's my girl, that's my twenty two Its all love, so the hell what the money do That's my girl, that's my twenty two Its all love so the hell, what the money do, stupid [Interlude: sample (Cappadonna)] "With you, with you" "With you, with you" "Said I'm ready now, oh" What's your name, do you drink champagne? Do you smoke a little weed? Do you pop ecstasy? Do you got seeds? It's all gravy This the baby daddy, huh, give me a kiss [Jaysaun] You better join us, cuz you can't beat us With professional cheaters, who clutch chrome heaters Under wife beaters, at Club Cheetah's, so nice to meet us In them Daisy Duke shorts, no Boss Hog and no Cletus Love look fierce, three karats in their ears Gold stud in the bottom lip, and diamonds in her tongue pierce Shook what her mama gave her, a Playboy bunny And plus she tail links with a major player And that's nothing but scandal, and hot wax Drippin' on your back, incense smoke and mad candels Body paints, graffiti on your flesh, spray painted on the walls like vandals She say Jaysaun, so kinky, bright glow on her pinky toe Green so sticky, the waya I'm handlin' mines Ought to be a crime, last word b**h Seek and you'll find, we get it [Outro: sample] "With you, with you" "With you, with you" "Said I'm ready now, oh"

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