Sean Paul – Girls lyrics

Well uman I'm bout to give you love
I'm about to give you da right up
And na bother gimme na fuss gyal
Nuh gimme no fight up

Well uman I'm bout to give you love
I'm about to give you da right up
(My undername is Guiness?)
I'm a chronical lighter

Yo yo yo

Chorus:

Say gal a dem ballin out
And this yout is ever blazin
Say de gal dem crawlin up
To sp when then want him lately (laying?)

Say gal a dem ballin out
And this yout is ever blazin
We and dem not fallin out
Cah we want dem well amazin

Verse 1:

Just gimme dem gal whe hah a sick ting
Gimme dem gal dem are fat like heifers
Just gimme dem gal who are hot
Hot like sun, hot like peppers

Just gimme dem gal dem a tug it
And never bugging, ya know dem wee peppers
Just gimme dem girl dat were round
Memory like zephyrs that suffers?

Just gimme dem gal who we take day and night time
Inna tied up knickers
No wan hoochie girls
No wan no? Gal? Inna? Zippers?

So we need dem gal dem are flexible, sexable
And no stick fly figures
Just gimme dem gal
Dema wan come down my Snickers (nuts and caramel)

Chorus x2

Verse 2

Di gyal dem wanna stroll wid us, roll wid us
Cah dey know seh a we got de longest
Girl alone dat is in da zone [?]... (carry tune?)
The way we naw care we were taught bout manners

Each stage we keepin girls, weepin
Not sleepin, face pon (banners?)
Ifa ladies friend em up, end em up,
Hang dem up like coats pon hangers

She on da?
We naw back down
Put in down pon big fat mothers

And when da shy girl haffi cry
She tryin na bligh
She haffi get di

But mi gal dem a me up
Boots me out
We naw deal wit gunners
It's party over, all
Pull de gyal dem body apart down like spanners

Chorus x 2

Well uman I'm bout to give you love
I'm about to give you da right up
And na bother gimme na fuss gyal
Nuh gimme no fight up

Well uman I'm bout to give you love
I'm about to give you da right up
(My undername is Guiness?)
I'm a chronical lighter

Yo yo yo

Repeat verse 1

Chorus x2