Jim Jones - This Girl lyrics

[Chorus] Who da hell is dis girl Da club so packed but I Gotta get 2 dis girl She right there but it's like she's cross da world Im tryin 2 approach her why she dancing on da vip sofa Then she disappears Who da hell is dis girl Da club so packed but I Gotta get 2 dis girl She right there but it's like she's cross da world Im tryin 2 approach her why she dancing on da vip sofa Then she disappears oooooo [Verse 1: Freekey Zeykey] Ur man got the debs On how mami lives Man she da sh** Word up She got her own crib with her own bricks She know how to whip She got a funny rhyme with a nice hook She know how to spit She got a big gun with a big clip She know to hit I wanna lick her toes, wanna lick her chest Wanna lick for lips Muah, gotta give her kiss Cuz I know dat she taste good (good) like 'Donalds french fries She taste like 'Donalds french fries But its hard to get to her Like she took both the wings Off the V & the flying spur I can see her plain as day Cuz the light off the chain Make her light like she on the stage I gotta get to her But I can ne-ne-never reach her [Hook] [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Ooooooooo she was fly But I was lookin at her shoes Da louis vuttons & I was watchin every move The birkin bag & she was workin the swagga & I said lil mama can I get at you? (What did she do?) She rolled her eyes like she was playin So hard to get (What you do?) Said to myself she ain't seen the hard top yet (Then what?) I ain't come with no chauffeur Its jus me in the roadster & I said lil mama can I get at you (What she say?) Then she said that she dont do rappers I replied that I can be a chiropractor Better yet I could a contractor Get up in the buildin tear walls down You can line them up & I'll tear all down Tried to get the numba but then she di-di-disappeared in the crowd [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] She got that long hair, she booku fine I got that long hair, I let her pull mine She got them pretty feet, nice smile She lookin' at me with them light browns We in the back seat, but the chauffeur missin She got them fat cheeks call that a** Oprah Winfrey It smell like potpourri, yeah that p**y great And shawty body shaped like a figure 8 She 'bout to get ate 7,6,5,4,3,2,1 And I won't stop until she cum And I just mop up with my tongue Oh. oh my what a night ima wake up in the morning like Who the hell is this girl? [Hook]