Ez Up Testo

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ez up, ez up, ya baby ez up
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ez up, ez up, ya 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 missus
State to state where you find my mistresses Various games that I blowin' the kisses

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 mista just
Aww naw legs to the wall
Them drawers comin' off girl

Baby girl, you drivin' me crazy girl
I can't have control
Ez up, ez up, ya baby ez up

Pretty faces surround me, they blow me kisses
From far away in (?kardier glowee?) 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
Flirtacious, a freak in the bed, a woman in the street
Toes is done up, showin' her stomach in the heat
[?] is open, your taste in clothin'
Is exquisite, sophisticated motion

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 and uh, cook good
Then a 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