85 Lyrics by Youngbloodz

85 Lyrics

    [big boi]
    Uh-huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout?
    A-town connection right heah
    You got youngbloodz, uhh
    Featurin daddy fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?
    Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout?
    Yeah, like dis.. check it out

    Chorus: repeat 2x (sung)

    I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty
    Be patient cause i'm comin to you
    Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy
    I don't want nothin to keep me from you

    [j-bo]
    Now the wind blows as i'm on 85, and chiefin good
    With a six-pack a that colt 45 just like i should
    And if i could, i will, i might, get blowed tonight
    If thangs go right, i'm gon' cut this hoe tonight
    So i'ma get a call, from this broad
    Run the game like she ain't ready
    But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady
    Like betty crocker, the face doctor
    Just as she swallows with passion
    So now she braggin, laggin behind
    What questions she now be askin, so time is passin
    Now i'm mashin on, i'm gone, livin in the world of hoes
    So i suppose, it's goin down deep in yo' city
    Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times
    Now shawty, please, really

    Chorus

    [big boi]
    Sheeeit
    I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up
    Like everythang, in my stable
    Sir lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able
    But these hoes will get on your nerves
    Fuck all that kickin 'em to the curb
    You lackin that tolerance;
    You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an'
    Stab out to the cajun crab house
    Or the jamaican cat house
    Or the college, frat house
    For the gul you just, mad house that rat house
    And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl
    Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi
    I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl
    Don't, don't be givin no gifts boi
    On the first date or the worst date
    I'm goin all the way on the first play
    Like hail mary's to field goals
    I think i was put here to drill hoes
    For real doe; and while you blowin up my,
    Bar i'm off in your purse
    To get my gas money then i'm back on the 'spressway
    And i'm out this verse, geyeah!

    Chorus

    [sean paul]
    Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
    Met her jes last week, told me that her name was stacy
    Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my collection
    Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection
    For thangs to go down, see i ain't playin around
    Got a half a tank of gas, i'm 85 southbound
    It's a long ass way, i'm from the 20 side of thangs
    She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
    Oh you know how it go, i'm the nigga, she the hoe
    She told me some mo', i shut my cadillac do'
    My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
    Ain't got my license, back so i need to slow down
    Now i'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers
    Man i'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this broad
    I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
    Slum-type that i like, straight from a-t-l
    Shawty yeah!

    Chorus (to fade)

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