girls

Lyrics

, those that are bourgeois, those that are hoochie, those are usually in gucci, some of them no good, some of them so hood, but they all pros at you know what, local or overseas, they all go crazy over me, don't matter what part of the world, girls want to be part of my world, look, i done had my share, bringin' round me, is a bad idea, i take big or small, short or tall, light or dark, i try them all, cuz i like, from stupido groupie hoes, to one of these r&b group skio's, i need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse, or i may date, a-rate playmate, ten in the face, thin in the waist, tight in the thighs, light in the eyes, even those, who think they the shit, i keep my, walkin' on pedicured paws, touchin' wit' manicured claws, if you waxed down, and tanned up, then let me see ya hands up, now, i like my, in four inch christian laboutins, lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my, fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts, i like my gangsta pretty, stank saditty, no change, only got frank and fitty's, them natural born fraks, wit blonde streaks, seven's on cheeks, my nothin'less than a dime piece, pink face cartier time piece, i like my, thug enough to cuss out cops, wit' tits that'll bust out tops, i like my classy and sassy, still know how to be nasty, like my, wit' no laws, no flaws, no bra's and no drwaws', those yours, from the asian to the malaysian, i even had the bahian to the caucasian, i spend most the weekend, wit' pretty puerto and costa rican, then again, i love dominicians, and might be stylin' wit' a italian, i be shakin for a jamaican and haitian, and take by the million if they they brazilian, i'm sailin wit' a australian, or trafficin' wit' the south african, panamian or grenadian, you know i cross the border for a canadian, i need a miss that's swiss, a freak that's greek, or distinguished english, i fly in for a hawaiian, and if you dont know who i am, yeah, this trackmasters, desrt storm, street family. fabolous, and this is tone the ref, let's go