Lloyd Hey Young Girl [radio Edit] Lyrics

Hey Young Girl [radio Edit] Lyrics

Hey young girl, how you feelin' today?

Girl yo body just brighten my day up

See you have now been approached by a playa

But baby I wont play ya, let's have a conversation



Like, Iz you in school baby, what is your major?

Shawty give me yo number cuz I'm dyin' to date ya

Ain't got a lot of time so I ain't tryin' to chase ya

Just store it in the memory of my 3 way pager



Adrenaline rush like who

Can't explain what I wanna do to ya

I need some vegetable stew

Cuz Shawty got me feelin' weak



Hey young girl, hey young girl

Young girl, young girl, young girl

Hey young girl, hey young girl

Young girl, young girl, young girl



Now rollin' wit me, believe these girls gonna hate ya

See they just jealous cuz they know I'm a lace cha

Wit cosy clothes made sweet as Mary Kay

Made of oly straight from Montego Bay



Girl your hips make me wanna change religions

Just as long as you ain't no pigeon

Shawty we could be country livin'

Funktified let's keep it deep fried like dat



Adrenaline rush like who

Can't explain what I wanna do to ya

I need some vegetable stew

Cuz Shawty got me feelin' weak



Hey young girl, hey young girl

Young girl young girl, young girl

Hey young girl, hey young girl

Young girl, young girl, young girl



I know you ain't use to a country boy like me

But what you said would not replace Shawty you will see

There's no place in the world that's quite like the dirty south

So give me your information so we can work it out



Dirty south, work it out



Hey young girl, hey young girl

Young girl, young girl, young girl

Hey young girl, hey young girl

Young girl, young girl, young girl



Hey young girl, hey young girl

Young girl, young girl, young girl

Hey young girl, hey young girl

Young girl, young girl, young girl



See Shawty got flavor like a peach lifesaver

Won't you come down to the studio later?

Kyle can rhyme keep the beat tight

We can chill underneath the street light



She's from the south so she's fine and classy

Skin is smooth and she's never ashy

Roll her dro, gotcha fresh and clean

And In the Coupe DeVille gangsta leanin'



Hey young girl



That's how them country boys roll