Hey Young Girl Lyrics

Hey young girl, how you feelin' today? Girl yo body just brighten my day up See you have now been approached by a playa But baby I wont play ya, let's have a conversation
Like, Iz you in school baby, what is your major? Shawty give me yo number cuz I'm dyin' to date ya Ain't got a lot of time so I ain't tryin' to chase ya Just store it in the memory of my 3 way pager
Adrenaline rush like who Can't explain what I wanna do to ya I need some vegetable stew Cuz Shawty got me feelin' weak
Hey young girl, hey young girl Young girl, young girl, young girl Hey young girl, hey young girl Young girl, young girl, young girl
Now rollin' wit me, believe these girls gonna hate ya See they just jealous cuz they know I'm a lace cha Wit cosy clothes made sweet as Mary Kay Made of oly straight from Montego Bay
Girl your hips make me wanna change religions Just as long as you ain't no pigeon Shawty we could be country livin' Funktified let's keep it deep fried like dat
Adrenaline rush like who Can't explain what I wanna do to ya I need some vegetable stew Cuz Shawty got me feelin' weak
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I know you ain't use to a country boy like me But what you said would not replace Shawty you will see There's no place in the world that's quite like the dirty south So give me your information so we can work it out
Dirty south, work it out
Hey young girl, hey young girl Young girl, young girl, young girl Hey young girl, hey young girl Young girl, young girl, young girl
Hey young girl, hey young girl Young girl, young girl, young girl Hey young girl, hey young girl Young girl, young girl, young girl
See Shawty got flavor like a peach lifesaver Won't you come down to the studio later? Kyle can rhyme keep the beat tight We can chill underneath the street light
She's from the south so she's fine and classy Skin is smooth and she's never ashy Roll her dro, gotcha fresh and clean And In the Coupe DeVille gangsta leanin'
Hey young girl
That's how them country boys roll