Girlfriend Lyrics - Singles - Rasaq

[Hook- Chamillionaire X3] 

Your girlfriend, in a suburban 

She's tryna pretend, that's she a virgin 

She told her boyfriend, she was with her friend 

But I'm for certain, that I ain't workin' 

*I'm in person, to see her flirtin' 

Suckin' n slirpin, and showin' her skin 

And now her boyfriend, cussin' n cursin 

But I'm alertin, That I will hurt him* 

*Only said the third time the hook is sung* 

King Koookoookooopa 

Koookoookooopa 

Koopa Koookoookooopa 

Koookoookooopa (keep repeating koopa) 

Ay mayne, this ghetto status mayne 

Gotta keep it gutta mayne 

Koookoookooopa 

I ain't gonna rap on this, but I know somebody else that might 

[Lil Boo] 

Like mud in my blood, judge got me in probation 

Purple in my koolaid, drank cases what I'm facin' 

Mama say I gotta wait for drivers education 

But I hit the dealership, 'cause lil boo is not patient 

Thirteen years old, stay hoppin' outta vogues 

Catch me at adult shows, puttin' up on yellow hoes 

Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho 

Smile when my trunk open, frown when my trunk close 

Freeway call n tell ya sister that shes fine 

Beyonce on the phone, salange on the other line 

I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine 

After that it's lil kim n sprite can up on my mind 

Throwback jerseys, hypnotic thats old 

Color changin click dresses, thats the only dress code 

Nike sign lebron, nike me I was supposed to 

But I already got those lebron james, up on my toes 

It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne 

It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne 

It's lil boo mayne, hold up 

[Lil Boo- talking] 

Hold up foo 

Call these bois mayne, these concepters out here mayne 

They see us grindin', tryna make this paper 

This is ghetto status mayne 

Don't put me on this funny beats no mo 

Come on, tear up the mic uh 

[Rasaq] 

Lay it down, lay it down 

Ya pins lay it down 

Lay 'em down, lay 'em down 

The pad lay 'em down 

Lay it down, lay it down 

Ya mic lay it down 

Lay it down, lay it down 

Ya foos lay it down 

'cause I'm hear, rappin' in ya right ears 

Spittin' in ya left side 

This is down south, I ain't worried bout the west side 

Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close 

They say my skills is makin' progress 

Plus I'm wearin' ice religously so I tell 'em god bless 

Niggaz comin' out soft, like maple car stressed 

And I'm (Breathing) like a dogs breath 

And I ain't even harness, my full is potential 

But for some reason, I feel bullet proof on instrumentals 

And so does chamillion, is it coincidental? 

Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin' pencil 

I don't care what ya bin through, this the takover 

Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make over 

When the days over 

I'm wit ya good drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts 

now that's what I call a hang over 

Game over, spit fire like a flame thrower 

the man is colder, than a damn can of soda 

Haha, I'm outta ya league like sammy sosa 

Nigga, jus remember that