Perfect Match

Lyrics

[Intro:] Who took to head that all hotties are hot? I know, I know. I love this song... [Lloyd Banks - Verse 1:] Baby, the way my lust been goin' You're probably just the right size Big thighs, sick enough you make my blood pressure rise With a body like that, you got the love exercise When he couldn't overlook you with a bomb in his eyes It might come as surprise, but don't confuse me with guys I'm not here to provide all of the shoes that he buys I got a couple of ungrateful soon-to-be wives I tell them a lot of things but it's usually lies That is when I gotta talk to her all smooth when she cries Cause she crazy, I gotta keep her from the tools and the knives I know it's someone home with their nose open wide Mad, comparing themselves to those I describe Complaining to their girlfriends, throwing the TV guide But I'm not obligated to cater to your pride I smoke more than average so you might see me high I ain't never had shit, I got the right to be fly [Hook:] Let's go ridin' with the top down Ladies treat me special Maybe because I'm hot now (he hot now) I can tell by the reaction when you come through No wonder where you're dancing makes everybody want you Girl, you should be a model on a runway My mama always warned me I'd run into you one day (One day) Before you leave home I almost forgot to mention You got my attention Maybe we're a perfect match (I'm the first person to ya'll) [Fabulous - Verse 2:] (I'm the Fresh Prince of New York!) So I can't stress any interest, in anything less than a princess Most cats, I guess they be impressed and chase any bird That comes out the mess in a thin dress I saw that when you tall it ain't no effort in Blonde pretty heifers and I got playmates now, porning for Hefner pen Fuck all night, and in the morning bring the breakfast in Next time they see me, be below the rapper clef again Can't forget the foreigners from Netherlands That clean thrizz, with slick mouths, like floors from the Jefferson's My girls are disciplined and trained to say thank you I'm not the type to put a ball and chain on their ankle After me, she know she got a brain, that lay Banks too Cause ain't no fun if the homie can't have none I'm fucking your girl, so I don't need to have one But if you wanna have fun, we can be your perfect match [Hook:] Let's go ridin' with the top down Ladies treat me special Maybe because I'm hot now (he hot now) I can tell by the reaction when you come through No wonder where you're dancing makes everybody want you Girl, you should be a model on a runway My mama always warned me I'd run into you one day (One day) Before you leave home I almost forgot to mention You got my attention Maybe we're a perfect match (I'm the first person to ya'll) [Lloyd Banks - Verse 3:] You can get a writer's apple out the batch Look good in your grill, throwback and your fitted hat My OG got kid, matter fact, a few of em I drop ten and play a lil' Playstation 2 with them Then I'm back to my mission, cause I ain't movin' in They seen a couple niggas before me It's nothing new to them I even got a hustler, she does the wee thing With the hip pants low enough to see the G-string To sum it up, she's a professional in the ring Head game sick enough to make a grown man sing Only problem is she gangsta and she likes to swing I gotta sit her down quickly, throw in a lil' 50 My nigga, got them hoes down the channel Them gold teeth, don't catch your attention, they ass will I been around the world on my search But now I'm ready to start from scratch Cause we could get a perfect match [Hook:] Let's go ridin' with the top down Ladies treat me special Maybe because I'm hot now (he hot now) I can tell by the reaction when you come through No wonder where you're dancing makes everybody want you Girl, you should be a model on a runway My mama always warned me I'd run into you one day (One day) Before you leave home I almost forgot to mention You got my attention Maybe we're a perfect match (I'm the first person to ya'll) [Outro:] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Yeah! (Yeah!), Yeah! (Yeah!) This song... This song... Who Kidd. What! What! What! What!