Elevators (ft. Buddy / Polyester The Saint)

Chuck Inglish

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    Check me out, uh
    With her and her, yea you and her
    In the jeep, couple g's, gripped a couple turns
    I need to see it first, best believe it works
    You want designer purses but that ain't how it work
    Not me, not a drop of thirst baby
    In the club cutting cake, it's a nigga birthday

    Pop the dom p bottle bruh need to celebrate
    But don't act like we in the spot tryna chase
    Give her space, if we like it then we let you know
    Girlfriend pick you out that's how we really roll
    She like it then I like then we rent a boat

    Couple centerfolds, gotta get 'em both
    With the bathrobe on in my shower shoes
    Match the grant hills up with the fila suit
    Real live nigga rap and you see it too
    Tesla coupe went the scenic route

    Girl, no need to hide it
    You know you like it
    Girl quit yo playing
    Just cut the game

    Girl, I does it
    You know you love it
    Girl quit complaining
    Just cut the game

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    Gon' and bring it over here to me
    C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
    And gon' and bring it over here to me
    C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

    You know how it is, you know how I do
    I'm 'bout the bidness, sipping champagne on the roof
    Going swimming, now you wanna hang with the crew
    Bring your friends, we can pop for a few
    Seconds, I reckon we can all get loose
    Pop the pino, pop the goose

    Oh you faded now, I'm on a thang or two
    Girl stop playing, this ain't nathin' new
    You one of them chicks that like to twerk alone
    I'm one of them players, no twitter, no phone
    Page a pimp when you wanna get it on

    And make it quick, I'm finna hit the road
    Slide, ride, skippity skip
    I turn water to wine, girl don't trip
    What's your sign, I go with all of them
    In the game I'm above the rim

    Now all my lowriders, westside fo' life, pro riders
    Grinding all day with no problems, getting yo dollars
    Go ahead and pop yo collars
    As I recall it was me and a chick with a [?] and a fifth
    Kicking it with g's in a whip
    She handed me the keys to the whip, I said please, we can dip
    Let me slip into yo creez for a bit
    I hope it's sweet, cause if it is baby I'ma run up in it
    Hand me the bib cause you know that I'm gon' feast

    And yea I know you petite but it don't matter
    Cause I know you a freak
    So won't you gon' and let a nigga put it down, down, down
    Hope you ready cause I'm finna go to town, town, town
    Girl I love it every time you make that sound, sound
    Sound, pow, pow

    Baby you's a dog and I'm finna pound, pound...pound
    Now, I'm hitting it from the back
    Ow, she liking it like that
    Bow bow, oh yea her booty voluptuous
    See chuck made the cut so bump to this, puff puff to this

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