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Joe Budden

"Lower"

[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*gga you gon wanna see
Time the n*gga you gon’ wanna know
Look, face is incredible, amazing
Had to notice as I passed 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*gga 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 glass 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*ck 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
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*tch suck 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*tch 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 glass 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 pus*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*gga she gon wanna confined
Try to bring the cuffs out, now I’m feeling confined
I ain't chase her, other n*ggas fought hard
You thinks its scarier, marry her, courtyard
Me I beat it up, take the assault 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 pass
My bread is my bread I won't support her ass
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 glass to the top she too sober
Cut the lights down just a little lower
Then hit the corner, something I gotta show ya

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