She Don't Put It Down (Remix)

[Intro: Joe Budden] Ugh, shorty old news though Yesterday's paper Check this [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Baby like it raw, I don't even waste a magnum on her Clean up amazing I appreciate the fashion on her Badder than a mother fuck, ain't too many passin' on her Only right I pick her up, the way she got a wagon on her When I'm on that road don't forget the bops when I'm in town Not unless it's for the threesome if its poppin' she'll be down Know these other jokers be starin' but it stop when I'm around First to get inside them jeans, she be hoppin' up and down Let the world know that she ride think that eventually will break up And I love it when we argue cause eventually we make up I mean, we fight and fuck, we fuck and fight We fuck some more, every fuckin' night Shape great, taste great, body softer than cashmere Anytime her cheques drop she knows she can crash here Them other broads is other broads, all of them is last year Can't get mad, I'm just stating facts here [Hook: Tank] Down-down like you, down-down like you, down-down like you She don’t put it down like you Down-down like you, down-down like you, down-down like you She don’t put it down like you Girl you working with the killer Ain’t nobody fucking with ya She don’t put it down like you Down-down like you, down-down like you, down-down like you She don’t put it down like you [Verse 2: Fabolous] Never tripping off the past, I would rather never mind 'em Cause only fools trip over something that be behind 'em And yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery She here at the present time, it feel like a gift when she Put it down, down, all the way down You could get down, but can you stay down? Shout out to the ladies with your down asses That keep a tight circle and them round asses (Nice!) At the crib, it's just us, nigga Fuck me so good, make me not trust niggas That's my shit, I'm overprotected You want that good shit? You know where your connect live Told my ex, "Don't be bitter, be better" I replace her before I regret her Text's now and then, that question how I been? The hook sound like a message I would send [Hook: Tank] [Verse 3: Twista] A down girl, I remember when I used to bag up in the basement with her With the attraction of a Michael Jackson swag, but in this case a thriller And she was a wolf, not in sheep's clothing, but a grey chinchilla Even though I found another assassin it can never be your replacement killer When I got up in the goods kinda good to me, but I know that she don't put it down like you Cut from the bottom when you up when you pop on top, cause nobody around like you Pulling back to me and I'm all up in it fully when I'm pulling a palm full of hair Finna lay you on your back missionary position and give it to you good with your Louie Vuitton's in the air Got a bad new bitch, but she don't be tripping don't cross with them flaws But she don't be doing the way you be doing when you be working them walls I’m bumping some Tank and planking fucking her good, but then you go fronting Steady cutting with bitches all on me cause I'm with Joe Budden, but what ho wasn't I'll put you in the category of somebody that give it to me good but will work a nigga's nerves Individual and I'm never particular but I'll never be with her so I kick her to the curb I got a new woman though I be building her up to be better than you She fine but don't know how to throw it back, so she can never be you [Bridge:Tank] I done put another in your space Damn, after you it’s been hard to replace I just want the same judge sittin’ on the case She gon’ hate but she know [Hook]