Girls, Girls, Girls

Album: The Blueprint (2001)
Charted: 11 17
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  • 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 fuck 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 drugs 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 ass 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 class 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 shit through
    Got this weed-head chick, she always catch me doing shit
    Crazy girl want to leave me but she always forgets
    Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick
    Cause she kept bootlegging my shit, 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 ass
    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 Writer/s: Barry Ridgeway Bailey, George Edward Jr Belton, Robert Nelson Relf, Shawn C Carter, Shawn Carter, Tom Brock
    Publisher: Peermusic Publishing
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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