VERSE
Roll up in your Jaguar, take your Ray Bans off,
Looking like a movie star,
Them ladies dropping their panties half off,
And the men green all over,
You walking by in your jeans, shirt, tie
Everything look alive when you’re on the scene why?
And they be tryin, but can’t nobody catch your eye
Coz they be locked, cross the street with mine
CHORUS
Mr Biggs got style, Mr Biggs got style,
Honey you should be hiding,
Coz you can’t take it
He got style, Mr Biggs got style,
And he is mine, he is mine (x2)
VERSE
They won’t follow me boy,
But they fall on the floor and bow, to ya
Keep it in your mind, I feel coy
Coz they only wanna see ya, be ya
Like I’m not here
There’s nothing not to like,
You’re cooler than cold, like ice
And you are the goldmine
CHORUS
OUTRO
There’s so much he defines,
So free it blows my mind
Filled with heat and fire
I’ll be here for the night
Show me how alive I am
By you I am derived
No one could ever beat him, he’s mighty fine
Coz they would all retreat, he’s mighty fine
Everyone be telling me he’s mighty fine.
But he’s mine, ye he’s mine
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