Lloyd - Young Girl lyrics

Hey young girl how you feelin' today Girl your body just brighten my day up See you have now been approached by a playa' But baby I won't play ya, lets have a conversation like Is you in school? What is your major? Shawty give me your number 'cause 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 three way pager (Ooh) Adrenaline rush like ooh Can't explain what I want to do to ya I need some vegetable stew 'Cause shawty got me feelin' weak Hey young girl (the world is yours) Hey young girl (the world is yours) Young girl young girl Young gi-I-I-I-irl Hey young girl (the world is yours) Hey young girl (the world is yours) Young girl young girl Young gi-I-I-I-irl Now rollin' wit' me, believe these girls gon' hate ya See they just jealous 'cause they know Ima lace ya Wit' loads of clothes made sweet as Mary Kay in the Middle of May trips to Montego Bay Girl your hips make me want to change religions Just as long as you ain't no pigeon Shawty we could be country livin' Funktified lets keep it deep fried like that Ooh Adrenaline rush like ooh Can't explain what I want to do to ya I need some vegetable stew 'cause shawty Got me feelin' weak Hey young girl Hey young girl Young girl young girl Young gi-I-I-I-irl Hey young girl Hey young girl (the world is yours) Young girl young girl Young gi-I-I-I-irl (Yo Lloyd lets put it on 'em) 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 gi-I-I-I-irl Hey young girl Hey young girl (the world is yours) Young girl young girl Young gi-I-I-I-irl Hey young girl Hey young girl Young girl young girl Young gi-I-I-I-irl Hey young girl Hey young girl Young girl young girl Young gi-I-I-I-irl 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 cla**y 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