Inferno, Brizzy - Gimmie Your Name Redux lyrics

Back in 9th grade, me and women never clicked
Now I get em open like a nigga set a pick
And even when I can't
I don't give a letter six
I just find a better chick
INF will never quit
I lay sick game, but my eyes are fine
Like I was triple H, I like em china fine
So when I saw you with your wide behind
You know I got in front of every guy in line
And every dime in mine just
Got they card declined
Cuz a girl who's off the wall?
Those are hard to find
We ain't gotta be together from sunrise to 9
Just let me get a little
Time like a minor crime
Then we could stop by my address and undress
I got a some issues
With you I'd have one less
So we gone sip a 40 oz to this
And listen to the homie Brizzy
He about to spit

Drop dead gorgeous but her name ain't lucy
An addict I need more of it
She do something to me
Average as adequate chill nigga not having it
Gotta be a 10 or my decision is adamant
She keep me up n at'em that's
Why I call her atom ant
Man it's something about her
She thick like chowder
And the way she treats my schnitzel
Let's me know she a rider
Late nights early morning never
Getting any sleep
Why even worry when my dream
Is laying next to me
Damn she so bad that the
Cops wanna cuff her g
Presence is a luxury when she
Drop it low like bucket
Get more attention than the
Screens of computer geeks
Lips so soft in stores she
Would compete with peep
Chivalry is dead so fresh from
The grave it's me
Chocolate and savory ur personal savior see
And enjoy the wonders of the boy
And if u ever feel caged seek me for release

You no regular chick, facts
Never forget that
When I saw you I needed medical dispatch
Because I passed out
But your incredible hips that
Was all it really took to end of
The rest of my quick nap
We could get together split the
Rest of a six pack and watch the sunset
It's a blessing to kick back
You need a man to treat you
Like a feather in his cap
I know you heard it all
We can sever the chit chat
This ain't a love song, it's a like song
Said I'd take a shot
Now I finally got my sights on
If we were together you could
Get your Big Syke on
Eyes on you, I would treat you like an icon
I heard that you left your bae
Like Mark Jackson
My mind said shut my mouth, my heart's asking
Money is time, relations are taxing
But, I know you feeling me, let's stop acting