Too $hort (too Short) - I Want Your Girl lyrics

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Too $hort (too Short) - I Want Your Girl lyrics

I want your girl, she's so damn fine She's s**ier and looks way better than mine I want your girl, she wants me too And if you don't let her go, I'll take her from you Watchin' that a*** made me lose my breath She can leave with me, go cruise in my whip Take her clothes off and do her like hell If I don't take your girl, who would I get? And it looked like crack I said,?Here, brush your teeth with this? And now she's soakin' wet, what's next? Me and your girl havin' s** I told her she could get it She told me she was wit it She know I want to hit it Come back braggin', tell the homies I did it I wish I could Bang in the *** like it's my hood I'm strapped for the drive-by Turn her out with this 'Up All Nite' life I want your girl, she's so damn fine She's s**ier and looks way better than mine I want your girl, she wants me too And if you don't let her go, I'll take her from you The grind is a terrible thang to waste Try not to catch me a case Quarters, dimes, nickels and eighths Parked in my lark at 3 A.M. in the dark Gettin' my *** but here come the NARC Ooh, tellin' me to depart Went to school with the ***, used to be a mark See me on the moon, skippin' and skatin' Burnin' Pirelli meat, ga**in' and brakin' Strikin' through the trap with my beanie cap With a throwaway 9 and some D in the back E'ryday livin', livin' life as a savage Fistfights and gun battles 'Cause it come with the package Well above average, mack game impeccable Don't blame me if ya broad wanna get s**ual She got her legs on a player shoulder Back bent like she doin' yoga She's so damn fine She's s**ier and looks way better than mine I want your girl, she wants me too And if you don't let her go, I'll take her from you Dolla, she ain't never seen a hustler like this 15 karats on the right wrist And ain't no tellin' what's on the other hand I'm like T.I., I keep a 'Rubberband' I'm eatin', them n*** is fastin' I f*** off a rack on a pair of Fendi gla**es It ain't nuttin' 'cause I'm Dolla Will I keep a *** lookin' like she from Brazil Some n*** try but it's in me If that's the kush she slip, then I'ma knock Jimmy I'm in the club, found one that's friendly She say she with her man but tryin' to come with me I want your girl, she's so damn fine She's s**ier and looks way better than mine I want your girl, she wants me too And if you don't let her go, I'll take her from you Beep beep, it's me The yellow bus rider, Mr. F.A.B. I'm the dumbest of dummies that do it but with P's Let me borrow your broad, let me borrow your b*** Give it here, pimpin', I'll give her back Leave her used, bruised, confused front to the back 'Beat It' like Mike Jack, I bet you won't like that She lead them right back, man, where your wife at? Uhh, I like the way that she lookin' And I don't care if she stolen, wifed or tooken I ain't trippin', I'ma take her down Got the game from Mom and Dad and Gangsta Brown I mean, I thought, I'm still thinkin' Hop in my scraper, what you smoke, what you drinkin'? Do me 'cause I'ma sho' do you What it, dookie? Yadda daa, boo boo I want your girl, she's so damn fine She's s**ier and looks way better than mine

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