My Kinda Girl Lyrics - Yung Berg

Yeah, first things first. 

Theres a few things i wna hit you with. 

Ima hit it from the front, 

Ima hit it from the back, 

Then show u where the buisness is. 

And I hope you can take me serious, 

When I say could u be my girl, said my girl. 

You wna be my girl. 

I think u wna be my girl, 

And why u wna be my girl. 

They say u wna be my girl. 

First u gotto know... 

Is you bout it, 

First you gotto know. 

Can You bring it out me, 

First u gotto know. 

To hang witcha boy, 

Can u be my girl, 

My girl... 

HEY, first things first. 

I gotta few things I can show u boy. 

Thats my word, 

No tears gna put it on ur boy. 

Oh, and it feels so good i don't wna go home! Ohh. 

HEY trust me shawty, 

I know u talk. 

If u want me, 

First u gotto know, 

To hang witcha girl, 

You gotto be a hot boy, 

my boy... 

You wna be my girl. 

I think u wna be my girl, 

And why u wna be my girl. 

They say u wna be my girl. 

First I gotto know... 

Is you bout it, 

First I gotto know. 

Can You bring it out me, 

First I gotto know. 

Can you hang witcha boy, 

Can u be my girl, 

My girl... 

Check it out. 

Last things first, 

Im the phantom of the opera. 

Sittin front row at the opera phantom outside sittin proper. 

You married to a mossa, 

Im the black chimney hother, 

And i keep a rat pack, 

Might send me im sinatra. 

We burnin, 

Burnin like a chimney, 

Rollin in the car with Kimmy, Talkin on the phone to Whitney. 

Im pimpin in the billy and call when they here me, 

And I keep the white girls call them Linsey and Britney. 

You wna be my girl. 

I think u wna be my girl, 

And why u wna be my girl. 

They say u wna be my girl. 

First I gotto know... 

Is you bout it, 

First I gotto know. 

Can You bring it out me, 

First I gotto know. 

Can you hang witcha boy, 

Can u be my girl, 

My girl... x2