Girlfriend

[Hook- Chamillionaire X3]<br>Your girlfriend, in a suburban<br>She`s tryna pretend, that`s she a virgin<br>She told her boyfriend, she was with her friend<br>But I`m for certain, that I ain`t workin`<br>*I`m in person, to see her flirtin`<br>Suckin` n slirpin, and showin` her skin<br>And now her boyfriend, cussin` n cursin<br>But I`m alertin, That I will hurt him*<br><br>*Only said the third time the hook is sung*<br><br>King Koookoookooopa<br>Koookoookooopa<br>Koopa Koookoookooopa<br>Koookoookooopa (keep repeating koopa)<br>Ay mayne, this ghetto status mayne<br>Gotta keep it gutta mayne<br>Koookoookooopa<br>I ain`t gonna rap on this, but I know somebody else that might<br><br>[Lil Boo]<br>Like mud in my blood, judge got me in probation<br>Purple in my koolaid, drank cases what I`m facin`<br>Mama say I gotta wait for drivers education<br>But I hit the dealership, cuz lil boo is not patient<br>Thirteen years old, stay hoppin` outta vogues<br>Catch me at adult shows, puttin` up on yellow hoes<br>Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho<br>Smile when my trunk open, frown when my trunk close<br>Freeway call n tell ya sister that shes fine<br>Beyonce on the phone, salange on the other line<br>I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine<br>After that it`s lil kim n sprite can up on my mind<br>Throwback jerseys, hypnotic thats old<br>Color changin click dresses, thats the only dress code<br>Nike sign lebron, nike me I was supposed to<br>But I already got those lebron james, up on my toes<br>It`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayne<br>It`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayne, it`s lil boo mayne<br>It`s lil boo mayne, hold up<br><br>[Lil Boo- talking]<br>Hold up foo<br>Call these bois mayne, these concepters out here mayne<br>They see us grindin`, tryna make this paper<br>This is ghetto status mayne<br>Don`t put me on this funny beats no mo<br>Come on, tear up the mic uh<br><br>[Rasaq]<br>Lay it down, lay it down<br>Ya pins lay it down<br>Lay `em down, lay `em down<br>The pad lay `em down<br>Lay it down, lay it down<br>Ya mic lay it down<br>Lay it down, lay it down<br>Ya foos lay it down<br>Cuz I`m hear, rappin` in ya right ears<br>Spittin` in ya left side<br>This is down south, I ain`t worried bout the west side<br>Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close<br>They say my skills is makin` progress<br>Plus I`m wearin` ice religously so I tell `em god bless<br>Niggaz comin` out soft, like maple car stressed<br>And I`m (Breathing) like a dogs breath<br>And I ain`t even harness, my full is potential<br>But for some reason, I feel bullet proof on instrumentals<br>And so does chamillion, is it coincidental?<br>Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin` pencil<br>I don`t care what ya bin through, this the takover<br>Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make over<br>When the days over<br>I`m wit ya good drankin`, and she clingin` to my nuts<br>now that`s what I call a hang over<br>Game over, spit fire like a flame thrower<br>the man is colder, than a damn can of soda<br>Haha, I`m outta ya league like sammy sosa<br>Nigga, jus remember that