What U Got Reggae Mix by ABS Lyrics
Hit the block around twenty to nine
Checking my girl
But then I see this girl looking fine
So I asked if she wouldn'nt mind
Could you tell me your name and what your doing tonight
A body like nuntin' I seen
She telling me she own the cover of gq magazine
Telling me she had to go so I dropped at the spot in my 4x4
(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her at the line
(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week!
Chorus
Baby give me what you got
''cause I'm everything she's not!
Love is all I bring
In my car keys, suit and tings
So hunny leave your girl at home
With your car keys mobile phone
Love is all I got
All the things that make you hot
Got my woman crazy on the phone
She talking about why ain't my ass ain't at home
Had to tell her I was stuck
In some brand new buissness
I was all tyed up
Told the girl I was late, had to run
I gotta be back stage at a quater past nine
Telling me to change my mind
She like Britney Spears Baby hit me one more time!
(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her at the line
(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week!
Chorus
(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her at the line
(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week
Chorus
No buck no style
Our strinkly rules (to fade)
Checking my girl
But then I see this girl looking fine
So I asked if she wouldn'nt mind
Could you tell me your name and what your doing tonight
A body like nuntin' I seen
She telling me she own the cover of gq magazine
Telling me she had to go so I dropped at the spot in my 4x4
(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her at the line
(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week!
Chorus
Baby give me what you got
''cause I'm everything she's not!
Love is all I bring
In my car keys, suit and tings
So hunny leave your girl at home
With your car keys mobile phone
Love is all I got
All the things that make you hot
Got my woman crazy on the phone
She talking about why ain't my ass ain't at home
Had to tell her I was stuck
In some brand new buissness
I was all tyed up
Told the girl I was late, had to run
I gotta be back stage at a quater past nine
Telling me to change my mind
She like Britney Spears Baby hit me one more time!
(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her at the line
(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week!
Chorus
(So I told her) I can't be late, girls taking up my time gotta hit her at the line
(So I told her) I can't wait to freak, she you at the same time next week
Chorus
No buck no style
Our strinkly rules (to fade)