Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Girls, artist - Cam'Ron. Album song Purple Haze, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Girls |
| Killa! |
| Dipset, Charlemagne |
| Jim jones, santana, freaky |
| Let’s go! |
| what they want sing |
| Girls just wanna have fun |
| (oh girls) |
| Girls just wanna have fun |
| (girls juss wanna have) |
| Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass |
| Call J.R. get a fun pass |
| Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker |
| Cause she cum fast skeet skeet nigga |
| We be wit her, me, jim. |
| zee, hit her |
| Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her |
| P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her |
| So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigga, if rap was head |
| She could be twista |
| Had her alley to alley, hawai and mawi, and cali to bali |
| Up in white lotus dog you might notice |
| That you type bogus me I’m quite focus |
| And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus |
| Godamn stuck like stuck-o |
| Cut low slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh) |
| Man see what the fighting do thats why I’m piping boo |
| Aint even liking you, I’m exciting true |
| Just right I do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly nikes on you (air 1's) |
| And a rightous view, from night to new, day, hey play |
| Catch a flight for two (first class!) and you hawk you a baller. |
| baller! |
| Hawker, dog you a stalker! |
| (your a stalker) |
| Upset cause what she was showin, awww man you ain’t in gear for knowin |
| Ask question in fear of hoe-in |
| Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin) |
| Where you goin, I’m flowin, she blowin, sky high like a bowin |
| Got pies like it snowin |
| Females better twirl on yours, better curl on yours |
| Cause I swirl on shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf porche (who you) |
| I’m Kurupt, cause Girls All Pause |
| and the world is yours, honey sip sizzurp earl of course |
| And you know I’m in the buildin mister |
| Wit the Olsen twins, or the Hilton sisters |
| And I haul 'em in to the hiltons mister |
| I milked them, I killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her) |
| You helped her, you kissed her |
| You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers |