Come on Down ft. Nick Anderson Lyrics

Here it comes, from the Bob Barker Studio at CBS in Hollywood, television's most exciting

hour of fantastic prizes, the fabulous 60-Minute Price is Right

Julie Woods, come on down

Jeeey Bradshaw, come on down

Boy, you crazy

You don't really know what you want, be honest

What

You a psychic

You need to tell me then

Miss Cleo

Like, to describe your type, what would that be

My type

ISanai Lathan Classy

Mm-hmm

Lauren London smile, like a real, natural Erykah Badu booty

I mean beauty, my bad

You silly

Okay, okay, seriously though, one word, tell me about her, go

One word

One word

Heaven

Heaven

Come on down, baby

Come on down

Come on down, baby

Come on down

Cleo

I need a star down to Earth

I'll Call her my Cool 8

A Round the way girl

I be on my cool J

A ride or Die baby

A product of the eighties

Got ADHD, yeah, she's fly tho she's crazy

Maybe from Chicago, probably from Atlanta

Full-time model, part-time dancer

Spanish mama Cita

Never use correct grammar

Tell me Poppy, you don't know, but I never understand her

Miss Ebony, so natural, with a cover girl smile

No makeup on, no other girl styles

Other girl style that she came up off, uh

Get you down, baby girl, come on

So you really want all that in one girl

Yeah

And where you think you gon' find her

Ladies, ladies

Maybe find a grown chick that got her own chips

Addicted to the grind, money over bullshit

So when I'm gettin' mine, she ain't never gon' trip

Cause all she wanna do is live life, go on trips

Got a body for the beach, she like to crossfit

So I call her Boss Bitch

Boss Bitch

Yeah, I call her Boss Bitch

But really, she the truth, I should call her Paul Pierce

Introduced me to her friends, triple-double her sis

He ran a triangle like the Lakers offense

Kobe

Don't be takin' offense

You can't be a hater tryin' to date a boss bitch

Nah

I'll show you how to do this, son

Rule one

Gotta make her know that she that one

Rule two

Half them other dudes do you

Never, ever, ever get comfortable

Ever

Ever

Come on, baby

Come on, yeah

Right here

Come on, baby

Come on, yeah

Baby

Baby

Come on

And if one got my heart, I call her my favorite

Flyest of em all , cooler than my Kool 8 chick

Dope boy datin', future law student

She hatin' when she talkin', catch me lookin' at her booty

Never been to groupies, sex is a movie

Amidst a young clan with a grown-ass rootie

Fitted her some jeans on, no underwear

Starin' in the mirror, combin' out her baby hair

Shoes they wear, probably got a million pairs

I swear she look the cutest when she rock her Nike ass

At nighttime, she be playin' with my ass

Tell her bedtime stories while I'm playin' in the head

Yeah, I swear time don't exist

We ain't worried about the future, right now it's the suit

I wish you'd come on down

I think her price is right, cause she's so pricey

All my sexy ladies, say ah

Body queens make a nigga say wow

Get a hate cause they love your style

Baby, just come on down

Come on down, baby

Come on down

Ah, ah, ah

Come on

Ah, ah, ah

Come on

Ah, ah, ah

Come on

Ah, ah, ah

Come on