Push It - O.T. Genasis

Ain't no other nigga hitting my - Nobody else can stop me And I'ma take you inside, outside, inside, outside, inside Let's keep it inside On the sink On the couch On the bed On the floor On the porch On the stove On a roll Touch my toes Out of breath, take it slow I wanna feel it in my soul Yeah, I know you love it when I'm on top Gotta keep it going baby, don't stop I'ma give my all to you While taking all of you I want it outside inside I take you inside outside Bring your outside inside I think I can see my life in your eyes I think you got everything that I like I think I could feel you coming inside And at the same time You got that head going You got the silk on You got that high-heels looking like you got stilts on This the foundation our love was built on Bend you on the sink there in the restroom That's the wet room, that's the best room Got you tweaking like you off a mushroom Clothes e'rywhere like it's the dressing room Where's the next room at? Oof Go ahead and take the rest off You put that dress on for me tonight like it's the Met Ball Cancel all your other plans off I'ma play this Johnny Gil, Vandross and Sade, and Goapele And you gon' use that mouth to take these pants off I want it outside inside I take you inside outside Bring your outside inside I think I can see my life with your eyes I think you got everything that I like I think I could feel you coming inside And at the same time (alright, alright)

Word around town I'm the man nigga Break that bitch down to the grounds nigga 16 o's in a pair nigga, quarter back drop, touch down nigga Touch, touch, touchdown nigga Touch, touch, touchdown nigga Touch, touch, touchdown nigga N-next day air, no ground nigga Took a loss, had a nigga on slim fast Now I'm moving weight like gym class Broke her down every bag like Sinbad How I get this bread mind your bizness Set it on sight, and I go half price Dough got my bread on your head no lights Wrap it up good no smell, that's right Cut the box open, no Jordan that's flight Shit look good, so I'm stacking numbers Next morning another tracking number Looking for a bad bitch I can bust down Tricking off field go I need a touchdown Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting Send, send the shit over trying to see bread And if I say how I said it, I'ma see face Ain't trying get myself cold nigga When I throw the passes, it's colt nigga Met a bitch at the club, I'm trying see her She could my new wide receiver No photo, we don't play text No smell wrapped up like safe sex Fast life no slow down nigga Move weight like my car broke down nigga No rare thang good, no doubt Long as niggas don't run around routes Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting