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RL - Got Me a Model lyrics
feat. Erick Sermon (J.D.) R.L., E-Dub (huh huh Def Squad) So So Def (Erick Sermon) Yo peep the game two industry kids One of us 'contagious' like Mr. Biggs Two never fib True; rest at crib Live, with a model chick and one kid You ain't trill you pimp still With no game, buying them chicks with small fame yeah I'm here boy to bust your bubble R.L., J.D. and me? I'm E double (R.L.) Everybody, they ask me Who they girl? as she walks past them She's mine though, and she knows that I'll never let her go So she grabs my hand, let's all the fellas know that I'm her man She pulls me close and dances slow Then whispers in my ear let's go (Chante Moore) We can do whatever it is that you wanna do As long as I can spend my whole night with you (R.L) Jump in, my whip, and go back to my crib for some touching [Chorus] It's a nice body (I got me a model) She can't look like a shorty (I got me a model) She knows how to party (I got me a model) I gotta tell somebody (I got me a model) She ain't level headed (I got me a model) Thinkin' bow legged (I got me a model) So why ain't Mama trickin' (I got me a model) Fellas get to listen (I got me a model) [R.L.] Check She's bangin', tonight I'm speaking of this girl of mine She got me, no lie I think I found the love of my life So sexy, so fly Ease the way to my six parked outside She wants me, it's time Then she looks me in my eyes and says (Let's go) (Chante Moore) We can do whatever it is that you wanna do As long as I can spend my whole nights with you (R.L) Jump in, my whip, and go back to my crib for some touching (Chorus) (Bridge) She's a chick who you speak to I let her freak too Put your hands up high let me know I speak true I'm a tell you, what you gon' do Don't you dare let her loose Listen when she tell you (Erick Sermon) Ayo it's me again Erick Sermon Say ah that's my friend When I walk by haters cringe I shine like rims When I rock they get's Ugly like Bubba Sparxxx and Tim Plus when I come through, got my chick with me Brown skin 5' 10" a buck 50 That's what I'm talkin' bout And Michael Johnson jumpin out the gate Chill she says (Chante Moore) We can do whatever it is that you wanna do As long as I can spend my whole night with you (R.L) Jump in, my whip, and go back to my crib for some touching (Chorus) (J.D. Talking in background till fade) |
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