Rico Love, Usher - What You Sayin’ lyrics
Usher Raymond
[Rico Love, Usher - What You Sayin’ lyrics]
Peace up! Y'all know what it is! Usher baby!
(Uhhh) they ain't ready for this one, shawty
Yeah, mean! (Uhhh)
Haha! This is a
J-Lack Track, man!
Now, you should've seen her
Peepin' my demeanor i think she wanted me to
Put something in between her
She seen that glitter shinin'
On my pinky finger
And now she wishin' I could
Rock her and lean her
And I don't sip champagne, it's wine now
Lookin' for a thick young thing to wind down
She gave me some brain
I know what's on her mind now
Dealin' with a lame
But he don't gotta find out!
I'm outside by the car with
The tennis shoes laced up
Mirror for a rearview you can fix your makeup
Caked up, draped up, dripped out
Sorta like a rainbow when I pull my fist out
Wrist out you can keep the Cristal
Just give me a water
'Cause I'm headin' for the border with
The mother of your daughter!
Chill, baby, I got a new plan
We don't need a roof and, my nigga, you can
C-c-c-c-catch me!
Catch me in the streets where they know me
Eyes low and I'm ridin' with the homie
Woodgrain grippin' when we rollin'
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Listen how the mile per hour's knockin'
We keepin' it movin', beatin' down the block
Man (Uh, Young Vega, I see you, my nigga)
We got the game on lock, man!
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Now I'm a Chevy ridin' hot boy
Swagger like I'm Jagger
Plus I'm rockin' rolling stones and
My money don't stop, boy
Used to ride in Pontiacs
Now I'm at the Body Tap
Shinin', standin' by a mami who
Can make her body clap
Searcy got a bunch of ones
Ursher got a bunch of ones
I ain't frontin' none, nigga
We gon' have a bunch of fun!
And every day I laugh
Every day I'm makin' cash
Tryin' to figure out another way
To make them haters mad!
I laugh at you niggas! (Ha ha ha ha ha) and
When I pull them cars up out of my garage and
I ain't flougin', Murda got the lambo and
He can fit that muhfucka up in my apartment!
Broads swingin' on my balls
Like they lady Tarzans
Niggas take precautions
They don't wanna cross him
Call him awesome, every day I'm flossin'
Tried to catch a winner, baby girl
You done caught him chuuch!
Uh huh ridin' with the homie
What you sayin'? What you sayin?
Heh! Beatin' down the block, man!
Uhh! Yo Usher
Tell 'em somethin', man!
Headed down south, down I85, we rollin' and
We on the lookout for them boys patrollin'
'Woofers jumpin' from the sound that's
Comin' up out the speakers
Ridin' dirty in Impalas and SXes and Regals
Look how the chrome from the
Tailpipe glisten in the midnight
Holla at me when you see me
Skatin' through the red light!
On Kakunas, big wheelers, bendin' the curb
Workin' that woodgrain
Look how many lanes I'm swervin'!
Every time I make a pit stop
I know they gon' flock
Cut my music off, get back
Get back and let the top drop
Dimes get low for me, poppin' and shakin'
'Cause they like the way my
Decibels is crackin' the pavement
In my old school' ride, man
They call me Earthquake
I got trucks choppin' on 24 blades
Hop in my slab, ridin' down through Cascade's
747 in my truck on the runway, and you can
Scottie Knoxx, I see you! Uh
Now what you sayin'? What you sayin'?
Heh!
We keepin' it movin', beatin' down the block
Man! Uhh
Usher rico Love
Uhh!
Turn the lights on
This is a J-Lack track, man!
(Uhhh) they ain't ready for this one, shawty
Yeah, mean! (Uhhh)
Haha! This is a
J-Lack Track, man!
Now, you should've seen her
Peepin' my demeanor i think she wanted me to
Put something in between her
She seen that glitter shinin'
On my pinky finger
And now she wishin' I could
Rock her and lean her
And I don't sip champagne, it's wine now
Lookin' for a thick young thing to wind down
She gave me some brain
I know what's on her mind now
Dealin' with a lame
But he don't gotta find out!
I'm outside by the car with
The tennis shoes laced up
Mirror for a rearview you can fix your makeup
Caked up, draped up, dripped out
Sorta like a rainbow when I pull my fist out
Wrist out you can keep the Cristal
Just give me a water
'Cause I'm headin' for the border with
The mother of your daughter!
Chill, baby, I got a new plan
We don't need a roof and, my nigga, you can
C-c-c-c-catch me!
Catch me in the streets where they know me
Eyes low and I'm ridin' with the homie
Woodgrain grippin' when we rollin'
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Listen how the mile per hour's knockin'
We keepin' it movin', beatin' down the block
Man (Uh, Young Vega, I see you, my nigga)
We got the game on lock, man!
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Now I'm a Chevy ridin' hot boy
Swagger like I'm Jagger
Plus I'm rockin' rolling stones and
My money don't stop, boy
Used to ride in Pontiacs
Now I'm at the Body Tap
Shinin', standin' by a mami who
Can make her body clap
Searcy got a bunch of ones
Ursher got a bunch of ones
I ain't frontin' none, nigga
We gon' have a bunch of fun!
And every day I laugh
Every day I'm makin' cash
Tryin' to figure out another way
To make them haters mad!
I laugh at you niggas! (Ha ha ha ha ha) and
When I pull them cars up out of my garage and
I ain't flougin', Murda got the lambo and
He can fit that muhfucka up in my apartment!
Broads swingin' on my balls
Like they lady Tarzans
Niggas take precautions
They don't wanna cross him
Call him awesome, every day I'm flossin'
Tried to catch a winner, baby girl
You done caught him chuuch!
Uh huh ridin' with the homie
What you sayin'? What you sayin?
Heh! Beatin' down the block, man!
Uhh! Yo Usher
Tell 'em somethin', man!
Headed down south, down I85, we rollin' and
We on the lookout for them boys patrollin'
'Woofers jumpin' from the sound that's
Comin' up out the speakers
Ridin' dirty in Impalas and SXes and Regals
Look how the chrome from the
Tailpipe glisten in the midnight
Holla at me when you see me
Skatin' through the red light!
On Kakunas, big wheelers, bendin' the curb
Workin' that woodgrain
Look how many lanes I'm swervin'!
Every time I make a pit stop
I know they gon' flock
Cut my music off, get back
Get back and let the top drop
Dimes get low for me, poppin' and shakin'
'Cause they like the way my
Decibels is crackin' the pavement
In my old school' ride, man
They call me Earthquake
I got trucks choppin' on 24 blades
Hop in my slab, ridin' down through Cascade's
747 in my truck on the runway, and you can
Scottie Knoxx, I see you! Uh
Now what you sayin'? What you sayin'?
Heh!
We keepin' it movin', beatin' down the block
Man! Uhh
Usher rico Love
Uhh!
Turn the lights on
This is a J-Lack track, man!