Chante Moore - Girls, Girls, Girls, Pt.2 lyrics

[Intro] I'm not a one girl's guy... (real talk for ya, peep game) Ain't they know it, when it comes to love, I don't lie (we don't lie man) And the girls respect me for it (you gotta respect that) Ain't gonna say my nose can't be open (I may never say never) But right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose one from (too many ladies, ha) [Pre-Hook] I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour [Verse 1] Whoo! Who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, heh Who you wit, who you wanna be f**in Got this smarty art chick to whom I pose this question I read a couple books to add to her soul's progression To put this in laymen's term, I gave her some knowledge She gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college Knowin she does this homework, I give her in house tutoring In and out I'm movin through her student body union and She, call me professor, say daddy come and test her So she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester I'm like, at this rate ma you never graduate She said, I ain't no fool I'll make it up in summer school [Hook] I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour Now let the people sing I'm tryin girls out, (just tryin girls out) just tryin girls out Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour [Verse 2] Huh, who you lovin, who you wanna be f**in Who said what, why you trippin girl, why's you fussin? Got this model slash actress slash part time waitress Spend a whole day she hangin round with part time haters All they do is dish dirt and put a up on my latest Itinerary, but since I tend to vary, see I tend to carry, more rumors than ten Mariah Careys Tend to hurries in ten places at once Plus she can't front just peep how I run mines Ma, our time together is our time together, and uh Our time apart is our time apart So love Jay with your mind girl and not your heart And some day I slow down, but for now I get around Like the late Makaveli or Perelli twenty inches Or caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace You tell 'em chicks if they must know my buisness [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm lookin for, southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle Big ghetto booty, scarf over her doobie Chanel under the Louis, Gucci over her booty Vicky cover her titties, attitude of the city Pretty, witty, girly, worldly One who likes to party but come home early Light kinda dark, short sorta tall Slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all She can cook the coke and got hook up on the license But she can get you first cla** seats for coach prices Isn't this great, my flight leaves at eight Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds [Hook] [Outro] I'm not a one girl's guy, and they know it When it comes to love, I don't lie, and the girls respect me for it Ain't gonna say my nose? can't be over But right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose one from I'm tryin girls out, waiting patiently Just tryin girls out, until I find the one for me