Young George - WestSide Lyrics

I put it down girl
Not one you wanna pass up
You got that round girl
For you I'd spend my last bucks
Smoke my last blunt
If you wasn't down wit it
I'd open up doors for ya
Shit, I'd take ya on picnics
If ya Jewish
I'd skip Christmas
You're the Mrs., I'm wishing
To kick it, get to kissing
Get you slippin' out Vicki's
And dipping to islands in the Pacific
Start some mischief
You wit it?
It's the freakin' weekend
Every night ignition no limits
I'm singing

I'm loving how you do those things to me
Girl
I'm wondering if it's all just make believe
I'm loving how you do those things to me
Girl
I'm loving how you do those things to me

Come in closer
Drinks for breakfast
Let's toast up
Practice some yoga
I know ya
Could pop it
Like soda
Hold up
You think I'm playing
But that's just my persona
I thought I told ya
That I know you're a star
Better yet a supernova
And your neck - Minnesota
Ice colder than this Corona
Want you sooner - Oklahoma
In love with your aroma
And I ain't never met a better set of thighs than those
Something 'bout your vibe got my soul awoke, yo

I'm loving how you do those things to me
Girl
I'm wondering if it's all just make believe
I'm loving how you do those things to me
Girl
I'm loving how you do those things to me