She Don't Put It Down (Remix)

[Intro: Joe Budden]

Huh-uh, uhh

Shorty old news though (remix)

Taha, yesterday's paper

Check this, uh (uhh)

[Joe Budden:]

Baby like it raw, I don't even waste a Magnum on her

Clean up amazing, I appreciate the fashion on her

Bad than a muh'fuck, ain't too many passin on her

Only right I pick her up the way she got a wagon on her

When I'm on that road don't hit them bops when I'm in town

Not unless it's for the threesome, if it's poppin she'll be down

Know these other jokers be starin but'll stop when I'm around

First to get inside them jeans, she be hoppin up and down

Let the world know that she ride, they think eventually we'll break up

And I love it when we argue cause eventually we make up

I mean - we fight and fuck, we fuck and fight

We fuck some more, e'ry fuckin night

Shape great, taste great, body softer than cashmere

And anytime her checks drop she know that she could crash here

Them other broads is other broads, all of them is last year

Can't get mad, I'm just statin facts here

Word!

[Chorus: Tank]

She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)

Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)

She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)

Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)

She don't put it down like you, girl you workin with the killer

Ain't nobody fuckin with ya

She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)

Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)

She don't put it down like you

[Fabolous:]

Hey you gotta make you next move your best move, right?

That's what I be tellin her, haha

That boy 'Loso

Joe, what's up boy?

Never trippin off the past, I would rather never mind 'em

Cause only fools trip over somethin that be behind 'em

And yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery

She here at the present time, it feel like a gift when she

put it down, down, all the way, down

You could get, down, but can you stay, down?

Shout out to the ladies with yo' down asses

That keep a tight circle and them round asses (nice)

At the crib it's just us nigga

Fuck me so good make me not trust niggaz

That's my shit, I'm over-protected

You want that good shit you know where yo' connect live

Told my ex don't be bitter, be better

I'll replace her before I re-gret her

Texts now and then that question how I've been

The hook sound like a message I would send

[Chorus]

[Twista:]

Twista!

A down girl I remember when I used to bag up in the basement with her

With the attraction of a Michael Jackson swag, but in this case a +Thriller+

And she was a wolf not in sheep's clothin, but a grey chinchilla

Even though I found another assassin that could never be yo' replacement killer

When I got up in her it was kinda good to me but I know that she don't put it down like you

Cut from the bottom and you up when you rock when on top cause ain't nobody around like you

Pull it back to me and I'm all up in it fully when I'm holdin a palm full of hair

Then I lay you back in missionary position and give it to you good with your Lou' Vuittons in the air

Got a bad new bitch, but she don't be trippin or cuss with them flaws

But she don't be doin the way you be doin it when you be workin them walls

I'm bumpin some [?] I'm fuckin her good, but then you would go frontin

Steady cuttin with the bitches all on me cause I'm with Joe Budden, the one hoes wantin

I'll put you in the category of somebody that'll give it to me good but'll work a nigga nerves

Individual and never particular but I'll never be with her so I'ma kick her to the curb

I got a new woman and though I be buildin her up to be better than you

She fine but don't know how to throw it back, so she can never be you

[Bridge: Tank]

I done put another in your space

Damned if they do, it's been hard to replace

I just want the same judge sittin on the case

She gon' hate, but she know

[Chorus]