Young Chris - Lower lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] I tell her, sooner or later this club gon' close And you'll be looking for something to do She'll be looking for somewhere to go Sooner or later this club gon' close I'm the n***a you gon wanna see Time the n***a you gon' wanna know 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 ain't dating Can't get the hotel suite with the fire place Without Serena legs and the Mya 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 hookahs Still a n***a brought the ruger He ain't got no idea that I'm surrounded by them shooters Never know if I'ma have to treat ‘em like he an intruder Now back to the shawty though, she say it's natural Lipo scarred but its covered by a tattoo Bounced on the girlfriend, they ain't even mad at you Wouldn't even matter though, yeah I like that attitude [Hook: Joe Budden] Now cut the lights down just a little lower Just a little lower Just a little lower Just a little lower 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 [Verse 2: Young Chris] Ride so clean where the f** is my roof Somebody girl gon gettin' f**ed 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** something New toya, bout to buck something Know the haters out, gotta tuck something Can't get the gun in the club I gotta cut something Only pretty girls, no duck hunting It's that time of the whaat? b**h s** something Straight shots, peach Ciroc and I'm 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] Now cut the lights down just a little lower Just a little lower Just a little lower Just a little lower 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 [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Shape, she should be on a poster She get it in, a little jack, a little soda And I'll take it from the pole to the sofa Send her back out with her p**y all re-upholstered Shawty bad though, I'm talking dumb fined All I need to do is hit it one time Bet I be the n***a she gon wanna confined Try to bring the cuffs out, now I'm feeling confined I ain't 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 won't support her a** All that mean is theres no rings in the forecast [Hook: Joe Budden] Now cut the lights down just a little lower Just a little lower Just a little lower Just a little lower 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