SHANELL - Best of Me (Remix) lyrics

rate me

feat. Jay Z

Yes y'all, Jigga man be balling

Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawling

Get the best of you whenever I put my all in

Have mammies calling for the Lord darling

Jigga Impalling, ass drop

Coupes with half the top, expose half my knot

Nigga mad when I brag about the cash I got

But I'm used to not having a lot

I'm from the gutter and oh

I ain't the type to ever chase your box

I'm the type to interior decorate the watch

I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block

In every state clockwork, Jigga's the hurt holla

Lips are telling me yes

While you're kissing on my neck

Making me feel so

Should I stay, should I go?

I don't know

Your hot boy style drives me wild

But in the back of mind I know

Even though I wanna see

How you put that thing on me

I can't let you get the best of me

Even though I wanna see

How you put that thing on me

I can't let you get the best of me

Best of me, best of me

Conversation like what

The slick thighs got you stuck

The feeling’s starting to show

Should I stay, should I go?

I don't know

You're driving me crazy

I wanna be your lady

But I got a man at home

Even though I wanna see

How you put that thing on me

I can't let you get the best of me

Even though I wanna see

How you put that thing on me

I can't let you get the best of me

The best of me, the best of me

I see now

Carolina blue kicks, hottest nigga on the block

Used to wheelie bicycles since I was six

High school crossover, waived away picks

Music is the same shit, gave away hits

So ma, get it together or forget it forever

When I go at you hard I can get it through leather

You acting like Jigga can't get at whoever

Talking you got a man, okay ma, and?

That's high school making me chase you around for months

Have an affair, act like an adult for once

Plus my hand is up your skirt, goddamn you flirt

What's a little me on top gonna hurt?

Maybe a little but

Pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes

And you look like the I like it rough type

We can crush tonight, tell me what you like

I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice

Get right, Young Hova