Marques Houston - That Girl (remix) lyrics

(feat. Pied Piper) [Intro:] Yeah, I know I need you... What we gonna do is slow it down But it's gonna still feel like ya'll goin fast I see ya bobbin' ya head America, yeah Baby, I'm sorry This is straight up out The Chocolate Factory [Verse 1:] Now wait a minute, hold up baby Now I know that may look crazy Her on top of me, when you are my lady I did everything I could, tried my best to avoid it But it's like she had her s** right and cooked it Her pants came off and everything else followed She pulled out the 'notic I k**ed the whole bottle Just up with a hangover, where's the keys to my rover Then to my surprise you were standin' right over me Then all I could say was Please Baby ,Please Baby ,Please Baby, Please [Chorus:] That girl, don't mean nothing to me All she was to me was a mere fantasy That girl , don't mean nothin' to me Just somethin' that happened ,you're my everything That girl, she's not even in my life So don't look at me like we're all that tight That girl, Baby I'm your man, She was just a one-night stand (And it started in a club) [Verse 2:] Now I was lookin' cool in my Tim's, jeans and Lakers Jersey Sippin' on a Heineken and that's when she came on to me I just mindin' my own business, and that's when She started walkin' by me switchin ' her s**y a** We got in to a little conversation And that's when she told me that she would love to Get me in the back of my Bentley drop top, she said Get me out this club and well be goin' non-stop And then we went back to the crib Had s** but not love, please baby please, that's all it was [Chorus] [Bridge:] Put my hat to left, put a sack in my jeans Unloosen my Tim's, blind ' em with the bling Roll up on 26's with a Puerto Rican and Japanese Then step off in the club with about 32 gorillas behind me Not worried about nothing, came to have a good time Fiesta, take one of these ka-dunk-a-dunks to the mansion and make 'em mine You know how we do, sippin' on that pimp juice Put this remix on, dj when we come through Rob we gonna spend this money 'til they yellin' curfew Marq, we gonna rock this sh** until she comes back to you [Chorus x2]