Ez Up (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Dwele] Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up [Verse 1: T3] You ain't heard about the things we doin' Exotic spots where the water's the bluest Takin' long yachts out various routes where it's secluded If you the type I like we can definitely do it [Verse 2: eLZhi] Got a fetish for a well-groomed piece with a pedicure Hair done, cleaner than a fresh pair of Air Ones Sprayed with the perfect fragrance Belly ring, a tattoo of the name she threw on her celly screen Gotta have hood in her, cook a good dinner Well spoken, Louis bags with Chanel clothin' Short and tall, thick in the right places Proportioned and all when she strip to her night laces [Chorus: Dwele] Baby girl, you drivin' me crazy girl, I can not control Ez up, Ez up Baby girl, you drivin' me crazy girl, I can not control Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up I can't enough girl When I'm at the club girl In your city show Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up [Verse 3: Proof] I switch game to her brain like "What up [môme?]" If your man act soft, take your girl, call me Sip Grey Goose, the fruits, under palm trees Initial, the chain in my name under my arm sleeve You know I'm from the [?] on to Long Beach Never wishy-washy with girls, I do you like laundry Ain't just talking to be talking so often I sound sweet Peeping the heartache, creeping about it, how long the song speed? Arm be her [pop] never con-try Even when you make love, rough is one me Calmly seductive, girl you taunt me Tryna stay ahead as the language your tongue speak Love it when lean back [?] feel Humpty Baby Walk This Way like Run D Lady I love it when you show me your undies Know not to holler back, girl you don't speak, complete [Chorus: Dwele] Baby girl, you drivin' me crazy girl, I can not control Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up Baby girl, you drivin' me crazy girl, I can not control Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up I can't even... [Outro: Proof] Hand 2 Hand, that was "Ez Up" Slum Village remix with Big Proof I gotta do some shoutouts, to the Midwest, Eastcoast, Westcoast Down South hustlers, hustlers everywhere G.M.N Get money niggas That's what it's all about, you heard me? Up next is my man...