Joe Budden

Joe Budden - No Competition lyrics

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Ain't no other girl quite like my type

Hair did, highlights is a highlight, thighs right

No need for a side slide

I might, make her my wife

Though she rendezvous with the night life

Got her home what's the splurging for?

Don't compliment her cause she heard em all

Who am I to kick the same ol' plain game furthermore

Lames made it so play, they don't work no more

And that's

Difficult with the way he real

Dead the new generation with my 80s feel

Be the one that can make me chill

Prototype

I don't even think they make em in the way she built

We can bring the sun up in the new york sky

If I talk fly on the walkby

Leave at halftime

2 with these seats sittin courtside, itll be that

You might even bring chivalry back

Talk 2 em



Watchin you

Watchin me

Next to you

On top of me



I can see

There's no competition

Competition

Competition

Baby there's just ain't no competition



Won't talk about them other broads they don't ever compare

You look mean but I never be scared

We can be surround by water with the wind in our hair

Though you dated ballplayers you ain't never been

(there is no competition)

Bet you ain't never pay general admission

I think she got the body of a hood stripper

Pay the check when it come, and a good tipper

Case you ain't never fuck with a good nigga

Bar in the living room full of good liquor

You been off with world, would figga

By a bunch of guys that just wanna good dick ya

Magnify ya life, make you look bigger

Just tell me if it's somethin that you could picture

If you ain't been anywhere that you wan' book trips to

That just mean that right dude ain't never stood with ya



We can put the top back

Have the seat drop back

Me touchin you there

You screamin 'stop that'

Watch that

I slow down

Than I speed up

You got em gettin 

She don't need a surgeon in the world

She'll put a hurtin on the world

I'll make it my buisness

There's nothin more urgent in the world

Paper long so you never have a burden in this world

So while them other girls scream where the papes at?

I'm still trynna figure at where her waist at

Local to global, fuckin with a mogul

Finish prada, I ain't even gotta mold ya

She'll take the patron straight no chaser

I ain't gotta stalk her I ain't gotta go chase her

She the franchise far from a role player

Guess all I gotta do now is go face her
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