Postell - Gotta Girl Lyrics

I Gotta Girl like Lindsay on Freaks and Geeks
Whip smart, big heart, knows where and when not to speak
Stunning frame, fancy heel game on her feet
And when she gives me head (MWAH!)... It's cherchez magnifique
I spit dumb raps, I don't need your damn critique

Va tailler une pipe et sauter dans la baie de Chesapeake

That's french for Eat a dick and go jump in the Chesapeake
You'll lose you poise like you lost your boyz, Mr. Cheeks
Whippin' a Zipcar, the whole clique rollin' deep
Bumpin' Le Freak by Chic, dipped like The Iron Sheik
My bitch look like Sgt. Slaughter, different physique
Showin', still she stone rollin' like Rapheal Saadiq
Got Africans reppin' Mozambique
Bunch a niggas dressed in togas and saddles, it's like they think they greek
We seven days a week, fuck all the meet and greet
You should join the party, ditch your clothes and getchu a sheet
And tell your hoe she should stop being so oblique
Wanna see her human highlights, call her Dominique
Wilkins. I'm like a milkman when I skeet skeet
Get it?... Sweet

Lemme tell you 'bout a girl named
I wanna girl with a
Oh, girl

Lemme tell you 'bout a girl named
I'd be in trouble if you leave me now
Git it girl
I love
Love
Girls, girls, girls, girls

I Gotta Chick like Cece on New Girl
Beauty effervescent, makes you wanna give her new pearl
Necklaces on her breasts-seses, with a swirl
Meeting her feel(s) like Columbus when that wop found the New World
She been around, country gal, like she knew Merle
Haggard, tremendous swagger, makes you do twirls
But keeps it locked tight for her man like a Jew curl
And got them saltines, ya'mean, when a dude Earls

¡Cámbialo, bebé

She say 'switch up the rhyme scheme
Hands me an ice pack, mexican coke and Visine
Chatty Cathy but she got the biggest fatty I seen
Feel like Jim Carrey in Me, Myself and Irene
Turn on the sirene. Have to call for backup
When she back that ass up all on my high beam
Mounts me like a mountie, hoovers my cream
In her mouth, knowwhatI'mtalkinbout... plus she got good hygiene
Slam it in her basket while she set a high screen
Post up in her box while she set a high screen
Slam it in her basket like Hakeem, call it hoop dreams
Alley-ooping, a franchise player on any team
But I'm glad it's mine... nah'mean

Lemme tell you 'bout a girl named
I wanna girl with a
Oh, girl

Lemme tell you 'bout a girl named
I'd be in trouble if you leave me now
Git it girl
I love
Love
Girls, girls, girls, girls

Yo, B-Side, this beat sound like 1989
Yo baby, I'ma sing it to you like this one time.
It go
You! You got what I need
But you say he's just a friend
Yeah, you say he's just a friend
Oh baby, you! You got what I need
But you say he's just a friend
Yeah, you say he's just a... friend

I love
Love
Girls, girls, girls, girls