BIG K.R.I.T. - Hey You lyrics

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Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.

Aye, let me holla for a second

Shoot some game in your direction

'bout this pimp shit, you was tailor-made

For this outfit

Mind molded, brave ho, blindfolded

Hands tied, never fall, landsliding

I'm your man now, your one and only

Your best friend, your homie

Confidant when you lonely

Tell me all your dreams

And I'll proceed to sew the seams of this love affair

A blanket with my arms to keep you warm

Stay up under here

Picture us rollin', car not stolen

Gator shoes on my feet, chinchilla on my shoulders

Coasting down 85 as you drive

I puff this loud, put it in the air, sky-high

A certified gold mine between your thighs

I polish it and set it out to let it shine

We going places like we never been

Our side of town is smaller than the smallest town we in

These lenses see your flaws

Down for your cause

When you let down your guard and I broke down your walls

My number one starter

Proud of you, no doubt in you, nothing like your father

I drafted you then coached you in when no one else would bother

Hook

Hey you (Hey you)

Baby, baby (Get down with this team shawty)

Baby, baby (Put you in this game, be my starter)

Hey you

Baby, baby (Let me be your Bulls)

I wanna talk to you (Get you a couple rings, babygirl)

Baby, baby (We goin places '09, ya feel me?)

Verse 2

A'ight, ok, a'ight, pretty brown eyes

You can't deny I got you twisted like a dread

On Erykah Badu's head that went missing

You gifted and I know it

Down to help you show it

Pimpin' is as fluid as water, let me pour it

On your mind

Drip into your veins, feel it tingle in your spine

Puppet to your heart

Lose control, let it ride

Give it all you got

Any doubts, let 'em die

It's just you and I, sho' you right

Everything is everything, chillin' in the breeze

Why give it up for love when you can charge a trick a fee?

Don't know how you should budget?

Baby, bring that shit to me

I'll knock it up and stretch it as far as the eye could see

So forward flow

Colder than cold could wish to be

?... smell of P-I-M-P

Sippin' saki with Chinese broads that dig my spit

Holla "Wo Ai Ni K.R.I.T" when they jump on my tip

Chyeaaa