I Got Me A Model lyrics

f/ Erick Sermon



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(J.D.)

R.L., E-Dub (huh huh Def Squad) So So Def



(Erick Sermon)

Yo peep the game two industry kids

One of us `contagious` like Mr. Biggs

Two never fib

True; rest at crib

Live, with a model chick and one kid

You ain`t trill

you pimp still

With no game, buying them chicks with small fame yeah

I`m here boy to bust your bubble

R.L., J.D. and me? I`m E double



(R.L.)

Everybody, they ask me

Who they girl? as she walks past them

She`s mine though, and she knows that I`ll never let her go

So she grabs my hand, let`s all the fellas know that I`m her man

She pulls me close and dances slow

Then whispers in my ear let`s go



(Chante Moore)

We can do whatever it is that you wanna do

As long as I can spend my whole night with you



(R.L)

Jump in, my whip, and go back to my crib for some touching



[Chorus]



It`s a nice body

(I got me a model)

She can`t look like a shorty

(I got me a model)

She knows how to party

(I got me a model)

I gotta tell somebody

(I got me a model)

She ain`t level headed

(I got me a model)

Thinkin` bow legged

(I got me a model)

So why ain`t Mama trickin`

(I got me a model)

Fellas get to listen

(I got me a model)



[R.L.]

Check

She`s bangin`, tonight

I`m speaking of this girl of mine

She got me, no lie

I think I found the love of my life

So sexy, so fly

Ease the way to my six parked outside

She wants me, it`s time

Then she looks me in my eyes and says (Let`s go)



(Chante Moore)

We can do whatever it is that you wanna do

As long as I can spend my whole nights with you



(R.L)

Jump in, my whip, and go back to my crib for some touching



(Chorus)



(Bridge)

She`s a chick who you speak to

I let her freak too

Put your hands up high let me know I speak true

I`m a tell you, what you gon` do

Don`t you dare let her loose

Listen when she tell you



(Erick Sermon)

Ayo it`s me again

Erick Sermon

Say ah that`s my friend

When I walk by haters cringe

I shine like rims

When I rock they get`s Ugly like Bubba Sparxxx and Tim

Plus when I come through, got my chick with me

Brown skin 5` 10" a buck 50

That`s what I`m talkin` bout

And Michael Johnson jumpin out the gate

Chill she says



(Chante Moore)

We can do whatever it is that you wanna do

As long as I can spend my whole night with you



(R.L)

Jump in, my whip, and go back to my crib for some touching



(Chorus)



(J.D. Talking in background till fade)