Ez Up - Slum Village

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up

To my thick chicks all across the world

You know a nigga kind selfish plus a hunger for girls

Soft fragrance designer clothes

To the hood rats to the ones who pose

From the actresses to my main misseses

State to state where you find my mistresses

Various dames that are blowin' me kisseses

To that I 'main insignificant

Got me wrappin' my package more than niggas at Christmases

Ladies I promise that I know what your wishlist is

Makin' you cream girl in various instances

Gimme the chance I’m the man I’m mister just

Aww naw legs to the wall

Them drawers comin' off girl

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

Pretty faces surround me, they blow me kisses

From far away in Cartier glowing lenses they show a interest

Beautiful like the Pharrel and the Snoop thing

Pierced tongue ears hung jewels on the hoop rings

And all over it’s the same story different name

Cause you give me brain and quick to claim that you my main shorty

Gotta be smart enough to make it on the dean’s list

Genius, jeans fit, clean from diseases

Cool and down to Earth

Gucci around the purse

Bugie never shoes be matchin' with a poofy leather

Body curvacious Armani skirts bracelets

Furs and splurge cause she work places

Flirtatious a freak in the bed a woman in the street

Toes is done up showin' her stomach in the heat

Race is open, your taste in clothin'

Is exquisite, sophisticated motion

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

You ain’t heard about the things we doin'

Exotic spots where the water’s the bluest

Takin' long routes south various routes where it’s secluded

If you the type I like we can definitely do it

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

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