Jay-z - Girls, Girls, Girls lyrics

J'adore j'adore Girls I love you, I love all y'all Hehehe, hehehe, f'real I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam So she call me cabron plus marricon Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home I'm like, "Un momento" mami, slow up your tempo I got this black chick, she don't know how to act Always talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me" I got this French chick that love to french kiss She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist My, Cherie amour, to a belle Merci, you fine as f** but you givin' me hell I got this Indian squaw the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red, dot or feather She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin' fat Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe An appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate I love (Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh)) (Girls, I do adore) Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour (I love girls, girls, girls, girls) (Girls all over the globe) I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll, c'mon I got this young chick, she so immature She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?" Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla Got a project chick, that plays her part And if it goes down y'all that's my heart Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start Hid my d** from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts I got this model chick that don't cook or clean But she dress her a** off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma, she's always on the scene God damn she's fine but she parties all the time I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick She gives me extra pillows and seat back love So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tahoe That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef But I never have a problem with my first cla** seat I love (Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh)) (Girls, I do adore) Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour (I love girls, girls, girls, girls) (Girls all over the globe) I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll, c'mon I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru She got a cousin at customs that get sh** through Got this weed-head chick, she always catch me doing sh** Crazy girl want to leave me but she always forgets Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick Cause she kept bootlegging my sh**, man I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?" I'm like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your a** You was dead broke and naked, and now you one half I got this ho that after twelve million sold Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleeping on Hov' Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I got so many girls across the globe (Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh)) (Girls, I do adore) Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour (I love girls, girls, girls, girls) (Girls all over the globe) I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll, c'mon I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls all over the globe Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls