Lower Lyrics - The Great Escape - Joe Budden

I tell her, sooner or later this club gon close 

And youll be looking for something to do 

Shell be looking for somewhere to go 

Sooner or later this club gon close 

Im the nigga you gon wanna see 

Time the nigga you gon wanna know 

[Joe Budden - Verse 1] 

Look, face is incredible, amazing 

Had to notice as I passed on the way in 

Gave her, she crashed where I was staying 

I then had to tell her, relax we aint dating 

Cant get the hotel suite with the fire place 

Without Serena legs and the Maya waist 

Good hair and skin like she should model more 

Drunk off of shots so what would I buy the bottle for 

In a Jaguar, she a couger only came her for the hoopers 

Still a nigga brought the ruger 

He aint got no idea that Im surrounded by them shooters 

Never know if Ima have to treat em like he an intruder 

Now back to the shawty though, she say its natural 

Lipo scarred but its covered by a tattoo 

Bounced on the girlfriend, they aint even mad at you 

What they even mad at though, yeah I like that attitude 

[Hook] 

Now cut the lights down just a little lower 

Just a little lower (x3) 

Grab her by the thigh and get her to come closer 

Let her feel a gun size in the holster 

Then fill her glass to the top she too sober 

Cut the lights down just a little lower 

Then hit the corner, something I gotta show ya 

[Young Chris - Verse 2] 

Ride so clean where the fuck is my roof 

Somebody girl gon gettin f-cked in my coupe 

No chain drippin lets give em the Cartier 

Ride up to the club we brings the party here 

Where them hoes at, try to f-ck something 

New toya, bout to buck something 

Know the haters out, gotta tuck something 

Cant get the gun in the club I gotta cut something 

Only pretty girls, no duck huntin 

Its that time of the whaat? Bitch suck something 

Straight shots, peach Ciroc and Im off 

Before you know it, the party be in the house 

Get up on that, get up in that 

Open wide girl, get ya chin back 

My type of bitch yeah, where you been at 

Lights way too bright you gotta dim that 

[Hook] 

[Joe Budden - Verse 3] 

Shape, she should be on a poster 

She get it in, a little jack, a little soda 

And Ill take it from the pole to the sofa 

Send her back out with her pussy all re-upholstered 

Shawty bad though, Im talking dumb fine 

All I need to do is hit it one time 

Bet I be the nigga she gon wanna confine 

Try to bring the cuffs out, now Im feeling confined 

I aint chase her, other niggas fought hard 

You thinks its scarier, marry her, courtyard 

Me I beat it up, take the assault charge 

Marks all over her body like a report card 

I need a witness, come and look at all of that 

Say she been around, I ignore pass 

My bread is my bread I wont support her ass 

All that mean is theres no rings in the forecast 

[Hook]