I Luv Your Girl
Mm mm
The American dream, hm, hm
And you know what I mean ahh, baam baam
Radio killa, ah
Should beat the track up like Gorrilla
Ah ah
Yeah we be up in the club (club)
I see her do her thang (thang)
You might wanna rap (rap)
But she'll make you sing (sing)
I was on her (her)
She was on him (him)
She all up on my thang man my thing on her hip (hip)
She ATL pop (pop)
Don't know how to act (act)
She left for one song (song)
And came right back (back)
Grindin on me (me)
The rest of the night (night)
Her man started muggin' (muggin')
He could see it in my eyes
Lil' mama so hood, (I love your girl)
Lil' mama stay fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keep them heels on high, (I love your girl)
Man look at shorty roll (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go (I love your girl)
I'm sorry I've got in for your girlfriend
She run her fingers through her hair, you try to call her over there
But she like, fuck, that nigga
She droppin' down to the floor, I'm like shorty you should go
But she like fuck, that nigga
Call it envy, I want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Me and lil shorty in the back (back)
Talkin' bout dis (dis)
Talkin' bout dat (dat)
Got her on patron (patron)
She actin' all bad (bad)
Girl chose me, Don't be mad
Kelly told y'all don't bring 'em in the club
The way she rock that, got the boy in love
And I pray that y'all ain't serious, 'cause seriously she's on my dick
Lil' mama so hood, (I love your girl)
Lil' mama stay fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keep them heels on high, (I love your girl)
Man look at shorty roll, (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go, (I love your girl)
I'm sorry I've got it in for your girlfriend
She run her fingers through her hair, you try to call her over there
But she like, fuck, that nigga
She droppin' down to the floor, I'm like shorty you should go
But she like fuck, that nigga
Call it envy, I want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Oh, aye, aye, aye, ehh, Oh, aye, aye, aye
ehh, Oh, aye, aye, aye
The American dream
Usually, you won't see me hate
On another dude
My heart got me up and get willin to separate you
From ya boo
But she on me, and I'm on her
We walkin' out the club, shawty what's up
Hm I want her in the worst way, plus I just found out that it's her birthday
Lil' mama so hood, (I love your girl)
Lil' mama stay fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keep them heels on high, (I love your girl)
Man look at shorty roll, (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go, (I love your girl)
I'm sorry I've got it in for your girlfriend
She run her fingers through her hair, you try to call her over there
But she like, fuck, that nigga
She droppin' down to the floor, I'm like shorty you should go
But she like fuck, that nigga
Call it envy, I want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Part of me feels so bad, but oh! not that bad
Situation got you mad, I would be too, 'cause damn she bad
Damn she bad, bad, bad, bad
Damn she bad, bad, bad, bad
The American dream, hm, hm
And you know what I mean ahh, baam baam
Radio killa, ah
Should beat the track up like Gorrilla
Ah ah
Yeah we be up in the club (club)
I see her do her thang (thang)
You might wanna rap (rap)
But she'll make you sing (sing)
I was on her (her)
She was on him (him)
She all up on my thang man my thing on her hip (hip)
She ATL pop (pop)
Don't know how to act (act)
She left for one song (song)
And came right back (back)
Grindin on me (me)
The rest of the night (night)
Her man started muggin' (muggin')
He could see it in my eyes
Lil' mama so hood, (I love your girl)
Lil' mama stay fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keep them heels on high, (I love your girl)
Man look at shorty roll (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go (I love your girl)
I'm sorry I've got in for your girlfriend
She run her fingers through her hair, you try to call her over there
But she like, fuck, that nigga
She droppin' down to the floor, I'm like shorty you should go
But she like fuck, that nigga
Call it envy, I want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Me and lil shorty in the back (back)
Talkin' bout dis (dis)
Talkin' bout dat (dat)
Got her on patron (patron)
She actin' all bad (bad)
Girl chose me, Don't be mad
Kelly told y'all don't bring 'em in the club
The way she rock that, got the boy in love
And I pray that y'all ain't serious, 'cause seriously she's on my dick
Lil' mama so hood, (I love your girl)
Lil' mama stay fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keep them heels on high, (I love your girl)
Man look at shorty roll, (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go, (I love your girl)
I'm sorry I've got it in for your girlfriend
She run her fingers through her hair, you try to call her over there
But she like, fuck, that nigga
She droppin' down to the floor, I'm like shorty you should go
But she like fuck, that nigga
Call it envy, I want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Oh, aye, aye, aye, ehh, Oh, aye, aye, aye
ehh, Oh, aye, aye, aye
The American dream
Usually, you won't see me hate
On another dude
My heart got me up and get willin to separate you
From ya boo
But she on me, and I'm on her
We walkin' out the club, shawty what's up
Hm I want her in the worst way, plus I just found out that it's her birthday
Lil' mama so hood, (I love your girl)
Lil' mama stay fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keep them heels on high, (I love your girl)
Man look at shorty roll, (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go, (I love your girl)
I'm sorry I've got it in for your girlfriend
She run her fingers through her hair, you try to call her over there
But she like, fuck, that nigga
She droppin' down to the floor, I'm like shorty you should go
But she like fuck, that nigga
Call it envy, I want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Part of me feels so bad, but oh! not that bad
Situation got you mad, I would be too, 'cause damn she bad
Damn she bad, bad, bad, bad
Damn she bad, bad, bad, bad
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher A. Stewart, Terius Gesteelde-diamant
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