Perfect Match lyrics

[Intro:]
Who took to head that all hotties are hot?
I know, I know. I love this song...

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1:]
Baby, the way my lust been goin'
You're probably just the right size
Big thighs, sick enough you make my blood pressure rise
With a body like that, you got the love exercise
When he couldn't overlook you with a bomb in his eyes
It might come as surprise, but don't confuse me with guys
I'm not here to provide all of the shoes that he buys
I got a couple of ungrateful soon-to-be wives
I tell them a lot of things but it's usually lies
That is when I gotta talk to her all smooth when she cries
Cause she crazy, I gotta keep her from the tools and the knives
I know it's someone home with their nose open wide
Mad, comparing themselves to those I describe
Complaining to their girlfriends, throwing the TV guide
But I'm not obligated to cater to your pride
I smoke more than average so you might see me high
I ain't never had sh*t, I got the right to be fly

[Hook:]
Let's go ridin' with the top down
Ladies treat me special
Maybe because I'm hot now (he hot now)
I can tell by the reaction when you come through
No wonder where you're dancing makes everybody want you
Girl, you should be a model on a runway
My mama always warned me
I'd run into you one day (One day)
Before you leave home
I almost forgot to mention
You got my attention
Maybe we're a perfect match (I'm the first person to ya'll)
[Fabulous - Verse 2:]
(I'm the Fresh Prince of New York!)
So I can't stress any interest, in anything less than a princess
Most cats, I guess they be impressed and chase any bird
That comes out the mess in a thin dress
I saw that when you tall it ain't no effort in
Blonde pretty heifers and
I got playmates now, porning for Hefner pen
f*ck all night, and in the morning bring the breakfast in
Next time they see me, be below the rapper clef again
Can't forget the foreigners from Netherlands
That clean thrizz, with slick mouths, like floors from the Jefferson's
My girls are disciplined and trained to say thank you
I'm not the type to put a ball and chain on their ankle
After me, she know she got a brain, that lay Banks too
Cause ain't no fun if the homie can't have none
I'm f*cking your girl, so I don't need to have one
But if you wanna have fun, we can be your perfect match

[Hook:]
Let's go ridin' with the top down
Ladies treat me special
Maybe because I'm hot now (he hot now)
I can tell by the reaction when you come through
No wonder where you're dancing makes everybody want you
Girl, you should be a model on a runway
My mama always warned me
I'd run into you one day (One day)
Before you leave home
I almost forgot to mention
You got my attention
Maybe we're a perfect match (I'm the first person to ya'll)
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 3:]
You can get a writer's apple out the batch
Look good in your grill, throwback and your fitted hat
My OG got kid, matter fact, a few of em
I drop ten and play a lil' Playstation 2 with them
Then I'm back to my mission, cause I ain't movin' in
They seen a couple n*ggas before me
It's nothing new to them
I even got a hustler, she does the wee thing
With the hip pants low enough to see the G-string
To sum it up, she's a professional in the ring
Head game sick enough to make a grown man sing
Only problem is she gangsta and she likes to swing
I gotta sit her down quickly, throw in a lil' 50
My n*gga, got them hoes down the channel
Them gold teeth, don't catch your attention, they ass will
I been around the world on my search
But now I'm ready to start from scratch
Cause we could get a perfect match

[Hook:]
Let's go ridin' with the top down
Ladies treat me special
Maybe because I'm hot now (he hot now)
I can tell by the reaction when you come through
No wonder where you're dancing makes everybody want you
Girl, you should be a model on a runway
My mama always warned me
I'd run into you one day (One day)
Before you leave home
I almost forgot to mention
You got my attention
Maybe we're a perfect match (I'm the first person to ya'll)
[Outro:]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Yeah! (Yeah!), Yeah! (Yeah!)
This song... This song...
Who Kidd. What! What! What! What!