Romeo - Special Girl (Ft. Marques Houston)

[Intro: Lil Romeo]
Yo MH, I think we need to let these dudes know
It ain't bout just having a girl
But it's about having that special girl
I mean, Every good doctor has to have some kinda relationship with his patient, right?

[Pre-Chorus: Marques Houston]
I wanna make u my girl
Shorty ain't nothin like u in this world
You so special to me
Right here is where I want u to be, cause you my special girl

[Chorus: Lil Romeo (Marques Houston)]
Can't nobody do me like u do (special girl)
U ride for me and Imma ride for u (special girl)
Cause in the end it's just me and you
You was made for me and I was made for you

[Verse 1: Lil Romeo]
Now u know I'm da thug type chain hang low with da all white
From the yo but the dude doing all right
Tell pops don't trip you'll be alright
U ain't with a lil boy you with a prince tonight
Ya like fairy tales girl I can be ya knight
And you can be Cinderella or my Snow White
Your eye candy to the eyes I've been blessed twice
I got a nice life all I need is a wife
I mean the way you move make me wanna drop the mic
Its just me and you baby we don't need the lights
I'm like the doctor baby, I make you feel better
Light skin corn rows it don't get better (OHH)
The president of Gutta Music so I get cheddar
They on the carpet while we walkin on chinchilla
Them lil rookies tryna holla but you all mine
Drop karats on ya finger and make you go blind!
[Pre-Chorus: Marques Houston]
I wanna make u my girl
Shorty ain't nothin like u in this world
You so special to me
Right here is where I want u to be, cause you my special girl

[Chorus: Lil Romeo (Marques Houston)]
Can't nobody do me like u do (special girl)
U ride for me and Imma ride for u (special girl)
Cause in the end it's just me and you
You was made for me and I was made for you

[Verse 2: Lil Romeo]
Before u got a cat feelin, kinda like I'm sittin on a building
I'm on cloud nine head hittin all the ceilings
Can't really describe that this feeling that I'm gettin
Its something about ya eyes gotta dude straight trippin
I heart you they say my pimp game slippin
It's more than them goodies they 6 4 switchin
Nice legs and ya backyard's kickin
All the chefs at the door tryna get to the kitchen
But you different I ain't worry bout that
You my special girl I gotta tell the world bout that
One wish was the less now you rollin in Lax
Won't stop can't stop see I told you that
You're my S.P.E.C.I.A.L. G.I.R.L. what that spells?
You so gutta, but you so good
Let's get away to a cabin in them woods
[Pre-Chorus: Marques Houston]
I wanna make u my girl
Shorty ain't nothin like u in this world
You so special to me
Right here is where I want u to be, cause you're my special girl

[Chorus: Lil Romeo (Marques Houston)]
Can't nobody do me like u do (special girl)
U ride for me and Imma ride for u (special girl)
Cause in the end it's just me and you
You was made for me and I was made for you

[Verse 3: Marques Houston]
To tell ya the truth about her, She is my best friend
And no matter what people say she is my girlfriend
And even if the homies hate, we still gon' do our thing
And we gone be together baby
Cause you my ride to die chick
And we gone keep it gangsta till the end
Baby all I need is me and you, Hey all I need is you baby
Special girl
You my special girl yeah
Special girl, You my special girl ohh baby
You my special girl yeah oh baby

[Chorus: Lil Romeo (Marques Houston)]
Can't nobody do me like u do (special girl)
U ride for me and Imma ride for you (special girl)
Cause in the end it's just me and you
You was made for me and I was made for you
[Outro: Lil Romeo]
Feel like a Kodak moment, you can take my picture for me
(This one's going out to all the special girls across the world) you, you, you, and you, (ya boy MH)
And I'm Romeo, A.K.A the wealthy son. You know I keep chips on me like Nestle, imma take you to the Gumbo Station, shawty, you can get what you want
Put it on the black card, You on the clock now you on gutta time, you dealing with me, you got the best of both worlds, corporate or simple, Drop the top and let ya hair blow shawty, G’s Up