Girlfriend, I Luv U in da Club Like Dat So Much (So True {Lexus})

As you all know, I’m a student of R&B music and have long been an aspiring writer of R&B, rap songs. I’ve finally written my first R&B song. It is intended to be a smooth song for a guy like Usher to deliver with soul, but there’s also a girl interlude for a singer like Kelly Rowland and a rap interlude for a guy like Ja Rule. I was thinking the beat would be a sample of Spandau Ballet’s song ‘True’ with obviously more bass and grunting.

I’ve estimated the running time to be about twenty five minutes, but it could easily be padded out for a dance club remix. So if Puff Daddy or Timbaland is reading this and wants to put these lyrics to music, please call me.

It’s called:

Girlfriend, I Luv U in da Club Like Dat So Much (So True {Lexus})

(Intro)

Uh-huh, yeah

That’s right, that’s right

Oh yeah

Stay true, uh-huh

Straight to the top

It’s ‘bout choo

That’s right, baby

Oh yeah

Uh-huh

Drop the beat

Let’s get it right

Uh-huh

You know da name

Fantasy

Ugh-ugh

Reality

(grunting noise)

So beautiful

So true

Here it comes

Y’all ain’t ready

Uh-huh

Time to bring it

Gonna drop on you

Like dat, yo

No way out

Girl

Uh-huh

(Actual song starts)

Girl, I don’t need pants to love you

And I don’t need words to show you just how hard it is

When I look at you

Girlfriend, I’m sittin’ here my Versace

Wishin’ you were here to stop me

Butchoo ain’t

You looked so fine in da club last night

But now I’m in my gold speed boat alone

And it feels so cold

Da hoes I got around me just leave me feelin’ lonely

I wish dat you were here right now

Da way I play da game gonna need somebody here when it’s over

And girlfriend, I want that to be you

There ain’t nothin’ in the universe as good as a righteous beat

Blastin’ from my Impala up and down da street

Lookin’ for salvation

Stoppin’ at da station

Getting’ nothin’ but respect

Getting’ ready to connect

With you

Da game been played before, but not like dis

I ain’t never known softness til I felt your kiss

Up and down my rod

You say it best when you just nod

These other hoes ain’t shit

But girlfriend, you got lifetime employment and ain’t gonna quit

That’s why, I need you

I wish things had worked out differently

Back on the street in my Bentley

Knowin’ ain’t like feelin’

But it’s half as good

But half ain’t enough when you want it all

And girlfriend, I want all of you

Here beside me I want one of you in every room

My flat screen is nice

But you got the booty to make think twice

About you

And I think about you every day

That’s all I got to say, girlfriend

The game gets so rough

I need to know you’re chewing when the steak is tough

It’s like dat

There ain’t any other way

I’ve taken it to the limit and I’m here to stay

But it don’t mean a thing without choo

The dice, the ice, the boats, the rims

Ain’t nuthin’ compared to you

The microwave, the breadmaker, the humidifier

They fine, but they ain’t choo

Those other hoes

They ain’t choo

Some of them look like you

But they ain’t choo

Some of them got the same first or last name

But girlfriend, they ain’t choo

Even when I call them your name

They ain’t choo

Even when I slap they face

They ain’t choo

You’re one of kind

Tasty like a pork rind

In sittin’ here in my Dolce, thinkin’ I should’ve worn the Cabana

But it don’t matter

All I’m thinkin’ of is how good you looked in da club last night

You had it all right

I played da fool

Shouldn’t of hooked up wit dem other hoes in front of you

Now I’m sorry, crying tears on my Porsche

When I’m drivin’ to my next deal

Coz even witout you I gots to keep it real

But it’s so hard

I hit da club every night

Hopin’ that I’ll see you again

Or at least dat booty of yours

But I don’t

Except when I do

And I don’t know which is harder but I know that I’m hard for you

It felt so good when we were together

Pushin’ yo face into the leather

In the back of Mercedes

You’ve always been in the top five of my ladies

Except when you not

And girlfriend, those days are hard on us all

But some day the corrupt man will fall

And we’ll all be free

To live in peace

And cruise til da sunlight hits the hood of my Lamborghini

But those days are gone

And I gots to go on

Playin’ da game like I used to

But it ain’t da same

I needs to have you by my side

Know you’re alive

Strokin’ your proof of life

All through da night

Girl interlude:

Boyfriend, you had me and you treated me good

Lotsa respect

For everything below my neck

Gifts everyday

We kept it locked

But I knew I had to make it on my own

Hope someday you understand

Know you gots to be da man

But I just needed some time on my own

Cruisin’ in my Beemer

Thinkin’ bout you

Struttin’ my Manolos

Thinkin’ bout you

Ridin’ in my Jag

Thinkin’ all about da times dat we had

Da good and da bad

Knew I had my place at da top

But don’t mean our love gotta stop

I just need my ‘spect

And I got it

Ain’t movin’ on

Just movin’ up

In heels

Makin’ deals

Gotta keep movin’ coz you know how da game plays you

But know I’ve reached tha top and its lonely when all you got is rocks

And ice, and cars

Boyfriend, I watchoo back

I miss chyor Ferrari parked next to my Lexus

(Back to main R&B guy)

Yo, it’s like no matter how many car I drive

I can’t get choo out my mind

Same routine every night

I’m my private jet on an overnight flight

Three mouths on my rod but not yours

I’ll hit New York in a couple o’ hours

Maybe we can catch up

I’d like dat a lot

Girlfriend, the sight of your booty still gets me hot

Need to squeeze those double Ds

If only to know I’m home again (echoing ‘home again’)

It’s always about you

Even when it’s about twelve otha girls

All under eighteen

Battin’ 100 if you know what I mean

Takin’ one up against da wall

While another sucks my balls

And a third in the back makin’ my booty feel whack

Girlfriend, I got so many kids

Some look like me

Don’t matter coz all that matters is you

Not child support

Not the stress the label puttin’ me unda

All I need is yo thunda

Don’t need nuthin’ else

Always caught up in tha game

Every day the same

Except when I see you

Keepin’ it real in da club

There nothin’ I care more about than you

(Rap interlude)

When I step on tha floor

Every muthafuckin’ bitch gone beg fo more

Workin’ moves ain’t just an attitude

You disagree with me and I’ll consider you rude

Slap yo face, whip you through the window, choke you with the garden hose

Kick you in the head, strip you naked then choke with your clothes

Coz bitch, I carry a Gloch

Give yo head a knock

Put to slugs in your chest

Lay muthafuckas to rest

You doubt my shit, don’t waste your time

They ain’t even got words for most my crimes

Got bodies all ripped up across the globe

But when I’m on the floor, the light I want is the strobe

So watch me dance and enjoy my flair

But remember that if you disappeared, no one would care

(Back to main R&B guy)

Girlfriend, you’re the one I’ll always love

Wanna stand by you when the game gets rough

I’m there til the end

More than Benjamins

Girl, you’re like a Porsche that enjoy filling up

But our love’s lease won’t never be up

Sometimes late at night

I wake up next to three supermodels and flick on the light

Get outta my water bed and have my butler carry me to mirror

Look at my self and see my values getting’ clearer

I can’t believe I let you outta my life

I musta been foolish to think when we fought that night

But it’s all good now, so when I see you in da club I’m come check you out

Buy you a drink, let you know that it’s you I’m thinkin’ about

Damn girl, what we had was special, I remember how we met

You started out an in-flight snack on my private jet

But now you a meal

I in the love bidness and I’m here to make a deal

But it’s been so long

Hope you ain’t forgotten me or move on

Coz there’s a place in my heart and it’ll be there

And a place for you in my shower with no underwear

And on the veranda and the hood of my cars

In public bathrooms and on top of bars

We was freaky, girl, let’s get that back

Coz this world don’t mean nothin’ witout chyor rack

(Extro)

I mean that

Uh-huh

Yeah

True love comes along once in a lifetime

And I gonna let it slip twice

No way

Jose

True dat

For life

I love you

Baby girl

Uh-huh, oh yeah

Keep strokin’, dat’s right

Girl, gonna always love you

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