Just want a real, down ass girl.
Fresh beats Clean, bangin cuts Filthy hard instrumentals
I just like makin beats and I got high standards when I make them. If you like one let me know.
Lyrics
Jon:
I want a real bitch, one thats down for me
None of that love shit, that shit's fake to me
Just wait patiently, yeah wait faithfully
And I'll give and you receive
A gift from me just always be real and
We can talk about me or bout how you feel
You feelin low, come over don't even call
We ain't gotta do a damn damn thing at all
Hold ya chin up babe, stand tall
I'ma make ya body knock parallel to the wall yeah
We got problems we all in this together
We got shades and umbrellas
we prepared for the weather so
Hold ya chin up babe, stand tall
I'ma make ya body knock parallel to the wall yeah
We got problems we all in this together
We got shades and umbrellas
we prepared for the weather yeah
C-Los:
Yeah oooo-o-ooo Yeahh
Mex-i-caaan
I want me a bitch who can kick it and can get my shit up
You know I'll be there when you got probs or when you fed up
Anytime ya sad or lonely, you can call the one and only
I'm the mac n' cheese like white on rice
baby you could be my roni
I don't care what people told me
I want you right here right now
See me in ya file, why? So you can dial me in a while
I'm the kinda guy who's shy but I always stay true to my style
People think I'm sly, want the whole pie, say "Bye"
but that's all a lie
So come on girl hop in the whip let's ride, cause I wanna go
We can some sips of the fifth or we can blow some hydro
I can make your back flip when you hear me on the maestro
I'm like that ignition on a fire call me litro
I'm like a Rex dino eatin' up the 5-0
I be shinin' in the dark like I am a light bulb
It's just you and me
Baby girl can't you see?
I'm searchin Zodiac signs for personality
Jon:
We could talk all day 'bout what we want until we go get it
'Cause without that we're nothing more than horny dudes
with no digits
Grab the rubbers, head for cover 'cause we gon' be a while
Pick another, grab another, fuck like we wanna child
Charles stayin' true to his style, we open doors
I'm standin' in the right aisle slangin' rhymes like this a store
Make it rain like it's a storm, but tonight the sky's clear
I can feel your atmosphere every time you come near
You got somethin' different in the way you talk the way you move
The way you walk, watchin' you make me stop like caution do
You stay independent, no cling
Something like a new grand opening
I'm in it for the long hall hoping
That we could maybe put off eloping
Please don't give me that ho stop moping
You know I'm only joking
You wanna fly, but you got a broke wing
That's why we stay high smoking
So come over girl and let me feel it yeah'
Just let me feel it I'll play the cards if you deal it
Come on (Come on) yeah
