Ray J Sexy Can I Remix Feat. Yung Berg & T.I. Lyrics
            [Yung Berg]
            Yeah - so you know we had to do a remix right?
            Rob Holladay, told you we was gon' be famous n____~!
            Ahh!! Yeah - Y, B's, still
            I told y'all my album was crazy
            Do our dance with us
            It's the remix, shorty bring it back
            It's the remix, Jim Jones on the track
            It's the remix, shorty bring it back
            Rich Boy, Yung Berg, bring it back, c'mon
        
            [Intro: Junior - sung] + (Yung Berg)
            Hey s__y lady (yeah) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
            But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
            Hey s__y lady (hey s__y lady) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
            But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
            (I told y'all!) Hey s__y lady~!
        
            [Jim Jones]
            It's hot days in December
            We down Miami, drop tops in the winter
            We off ocean, the Coupe doors open
            And front wet woolies off Superman potion
            Casino slang, try and kick game
            She was flyer than a plane from her toes to the Gucci frame
            (She was fly) d___, but I'm sittin on two hundred thou'
            I can't front cause I'm diggin lil' momma's style
            London bag by Thomas Wylde, Vuitton shoe by Extreme Hole
            Fall edition with the mean sole, pencil jeans look painted on
            One night, the next day I'm gone
            5 A.M. in the morn'
            Drunk and high off Patron, momma it's on
            Momma is you grown? It's the X-rated show
            And if you got a man he's now your excellent foe
            I'm bad
        
            [Chorus One: Junior - sung] + (Yung Berg)
            Hey s__y lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
            But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
            Hey s__y lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
            But I gotta move - WHEN WE SING THIS SONG (yeah)
            WE GON' HAVE SOME FUN (yeah) Hey s__y lady~!
        
            [Yung Berg]
            Yo, so quiet down I'm in the mode for pimpin
            Yellowed denimous watch, call it Flotus Simpson
            Young boy, so he like older women
            But the young girls they know the bid'ness
            Meet me at Pimp Leach{?}, then go to Zini
            Or catch me on the tube like I Dream of Jeannie
            Snap two times and I'm in a new city {*snap snap*}
            Two mo' times and I'm back in my city {*snap snap*}
            (s__Y LADY~!) Chi city, fly with me
            Shorty wan' ride with me in the S-550
            ... They call me Young 50
            Beats like Dre, flow like Biggie
            Bop like Diddy, you can't match this
            I don't roleplay, let my girl do the actin
            Yeah, and shall I say
            Au revoir, adios from the Y.B. gang, g'night!
        
            [Chorus Two: Junior - sung] + (Yung Berg)
            Hey s__y lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
            But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
            Hey s__y lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
            But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
            Hey s__y lady~!
        
            [Rich Boy - over Chorus]
            Ay, s__y lady
            Rich Bwoi, new money, locked
            {*laughing*} Ay...
        
            Hop in the ride baby the interior's soft
            Let's go to my palace or up to my loft
            Let me upgrade ya, nothin too major
            Put ya in some Fendi just to add a lil' flavor
            You musta got that pretty tan on South Beach
            I can fly ya out the country where the phones don't reach
            Or come to Alabama where I'm +BIGGER+ than the mayor
            Hoes lickin at the lamb like a Life Saver
            Talkin 'bout bread, well I'm a whole loaf
            I can be the b___er, let that a__ be the toast
            Or I can be your master and sit up on the throne
            Have you walkin 'round in a leash and some thongs
            Smellin my cologne, my manstick be long
            You can get it now you ain't gotta wait long
            Ain't nuttin like a slim wiz with a pretty face
            And s__y lady I'ma give you first taste, roll with me
        
            [Yung Berg]
            It's the remix, shorty bring it back
            It's the remix, Jones on the track
            It's the remix, Rich bring it back
            s__y lady, Rob Holla' on the track, c'mon!
            (s__Y LADY~!) This is a Y.B.M.G. product
            Wild wild rock to what's good
            Ari, my levels soundin right right now
            That's what's crackin - loco! Hunnid! Junior!
            The album comin soon, look what you made me
            Ay, this to all my ex-girlfriends out there
            Gotta move ah-ah-on, ah-ah-on
            Ah uh-ah uh-ah, ah-ah-on...
            {*instrumental to end*}
        
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