"I'm not a one girl's guy... (real talk for ya, peep game)
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aint they know it, when it comes to love, I don't lie (we don't lie man)
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and the girls respect me for it (you gotta respect that)
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aint gonna say my nose? can't be over (I may never say never)
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right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose one from"
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(too many ladies, ha)
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[HOOK:] I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore
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Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
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Holla at ya when I come off tour
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[Verse 1]
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Whoo! Who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, heh
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who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin
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got this smarty art chick to whom I pose this question
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I read a couple books to add to her soul's progression
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to put this in laymen's term, I gave her some knowledge
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she gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college
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knowin she does this homework, I give her in house tutoring
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in and out I'm movin through her student body union and
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she, call me professor, say daddy come and test her
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so she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester
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I'm like, at this rate ma you never graduate
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she said, I aint no fool I make it up in summer school
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[HOOK:]
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I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
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Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
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Holla at ya when I come off tour
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Now let the people sing
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I'm tryin girls out, (just tryin girls out) just tryin girls out
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Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
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Holla at ya when I come off tour
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[Verse 2]
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Heh, who you lovin, who you wanna be fuckin
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who said what, why you trippin girl, why's you fussin?
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got this model slash actress slash part time waitress
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spend a whole day she hangin round with part time haters
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all they do is diss dirt and put a up on my latest
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itinerary, but since I tend to vary see
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I tend to carry, more rumors than ten Mariah Careys
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tend to hurries in ten places at once
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plus she can't front just peep how I run mines
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ma, our time together is our time together, and uh
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our time apart is our time apart
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so love Jay with your mind girl and not your heart
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and some day I slow down, but for now I get around
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like the late Makiavelli or Perelli twenty inches
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or caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace
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you tell 'em chicks if they must know my buisness
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[HOOK:]
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I'm tryin girls out, just tryin girls out
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put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
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holla at ya when I get off tour
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I'm tryin girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore
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yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
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holla at ya when I come off tour
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[Verse 3]
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I'm lookin for, southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
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big ghetto booty, scarf over doobie
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Chanell under the louie, Gucci over booty
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Vicki covered titties, attitude of the city
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pretty, witty, girly, whirly
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one who likes to party but come home early
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light kinda dark, short sorta tall
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slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all
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she can cook the coke and got hook up on the license
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but she can get you first class seats for coach prices
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isn't this great, my flight leaves at eight
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her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
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[HOOK:]
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I'm tryin girls out, just tryin girls out
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put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
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holla at ya when I get off tour
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I'm tryin girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore
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yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
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holla at ya when I come off tour
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"I'm not a one girl's guy, and they know it
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when it comes to love, I don't lie, and the girls respect me for it
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aint gonna say my nose? can't be over,
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but right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose one from
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I'm tryin girls out, waiting patiently,
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just tryin girls out, until I find the one for me"
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Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix)
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Jay-Z |