Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
St. Lunatics
St. Lunatics
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Epperson
Jason Epperson
Composer
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Composer
Ali Kenyatta Jones
Ali Kenyatta Jones
Composer
Murphy Lee
Murphy Lee
Composer
Robert Ky Juan Cleveland
Robert Ky Juan Cleveland
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Epperson
Jason Epperson
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, whattup baby girl, fuck is the deal? Nah you know I'm sayin I'm on my way fo' sho' Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute But what's goin on with you though? 'Cause I hope you ain't frontin' 'Cause it's too late at night for that y'know? Here we come Here we come now, girl All over you (Baby girl) You know, I spend hot shit when need be Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D If need be, I'm leavin' the party with Cindy Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi That ain't nuttin', how 'bout her twin sister Mindy I spit game like that, I get brains like that Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that If sex was football, I'd be a running back I can only get low and I never fumble Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone So if it's on it's on, shit, I'm takin' you home I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone She like my bizza, my bad, li'l dog You Lunatics and that's what I be sayin' 'bout y'all Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall So here we come Here we come now, girl All over you (Baby girl) 'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up 'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up I'm like a New Edition, y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight Is this the end? Damn right I, turn out like Ike Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight Said, oh no, baby doll kissin' me as she goin' down low Peepin' that demo oh, can tell that you a pro Swore up and down you never did this before, whatever just go slow Hated by all types, baby, fathers and dykes The type ready to fight, I'm the one they women like He think he tight, he think he got more game then Spike Lee Running through his veins like an IV, high speed Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D. Better catch me now while my price is low Demandin' five digits when the Lunatics blow Another zero for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what? Here we come Here we come now, girl All over you (Baby girl) 'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up 'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends 'Cause the weekdays too busy creepin' Freakin' wit yo' rat, now picture that When she with you she not speakin' but she weaken Lettin' me know that she really been thinkin' About a nigga even when I'm not wit her I'm frosty all year while you only in the winter My pockets gettin' fatter, your pockets gettin' thinner I ain't baptized, so you callin' me a sinner Overpaid, 29, callin' me a young tenor Nelly, stop, don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her She ready for whatever, I ain't even bought her dinner I started the game on the bench with splinters Beggin' your coach, let you play for a minute And last seconds of the game, you still waitin' to enter I ain't gotta hear the buzzer boy, I know who the winner, come on Here we come Here we come now, girl All over you (Baby girl) 'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up 'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up Here we come y'all, here we come Here we come y'all, here we come Here we come y'all, here we come ...
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, Jason Epperson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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