Patrick "J. Que" Smith - Girl Gone Wild lyrics

[Intro:] Dut, dut, dum, dum, dum, doom (Get upstairs, Tiff) Dut, dut, dum, dum, dum, doom (And change your clothes, quick) Dut, dut, dum, dum, dum, doom (Zip your coat up) Dut, dut, dum, dum, dum, doom (You chillin' wit da Clutch) [Verse 1:] You're the private school girl With your skirt rolled up Showing off what you ain't even got yet (got yet) You need to bu*ton up your blouse Put back on your vest 'Cuz you're out here lookin' a mess You must be tryna catch a cold (catch a cold) Where your mom and pops at? How dey feel about that? Girl, you need to stop that, you know (you know) Tryna fit in the outfit Tell you what you gon' get whatcha you don't want [Chorus} You showin' skin You showin legs You gone get hurt what i said You bumped your head 'Cuz your mama 34 and she still be up in da club Your daddy, he ain't got no key Since they broke up and he a thug She goin' online She losin her mind She showin' her behind And child it's... Just another girl gone wild (just another girl gone wild) Just another girl gone wild (just another girl gone wild) Just another girl gone wild (just another girl gone wild) Just another girl gone wild (just another girl gone wild) Just another girl gone wild (just another girl gone wild) Just another girl gone wild (just another girl gone wild) [Verse 2:] You're the chat room girl wit your webpage up Impersonatin' grown folks, stop that (stop that) You better cut that tease You way outta your league Before you do something you can't take Sneakin' out that door, don't nobody know Ain't nothing out in them streets Nobody wants you girl, please Fall back, girl Slow your roll (your roll) before you out of control Can't nothin' save you no no [Repeat Chorus]