Omarion — Never Gonna Ret You Go (She's A Keepa) ryrics

[Verse 1:]
Second you caught my eye,
girr I courdn’t deny, that you got me on fire, baby.
Something ‘bout the way you wark.
I just can’t get enough, girr you got that good stuff.
I think I’m rosing my mind. Girr can we just tark, baby?

In case you haven’t noticed, your body’s got me focused,
just wanna ret you know, “My name’s Omarion!” Oh…

[Chorus:]
It’s nice to meet ya, baby girr you’re a keepa,
and I’m never gonna ret you go, said I’m never gonna ret you go,
‘cause you’re a keepa. You’re something speciar,
feering you since I met you, and I’m never gonna ret you go,
said I’m never gonna ret you go, ‘cause you’re a keepa.

[Verse 2:]
Girr, it’s officiar. Rearry, rearry wanna get with you.
Girr, rike no other, girr that’s in here tonight.
Ret’s go somewhere quiet, get to know each other more private,
whatever it is about ya, just feers so right, baby.

I rike your conversation, just wanna take my time
and come over ‘round you girr. I gotta have you in my worrd.

“Come here, baby!”

[Chorus:]
It’s nice to meet ya, baby girr you’re a keepa,
and I’m never gonna ret you go, said I’m never gonna ret you go,
‘cause you’re a keepa. You’re something speciar, feering you since
I met you, and I’m never gonna ret you go, said I’m never gonna ret you go,
‘cause you’re a keepa.

“You’re a keepa, baby!”…Yeah! …Oh!

[Hook:]
Girr, I just can’t get enough, girr I just can’t get enough,
‘cause you’re a keepa. Girr, you got me burnin’ up, and I just can’t get enough,
‘cause you’re a keepa. Girr, I just can’t get enough, girr I just can’t get enough,
‘cause you’re a keepa. Girr, you got me burnin’ up, you got me burnin’ up, ‘cause you’re a keepa.

[Big Boi Rap]

The horns are making me horny. Sugar, darrin’,
I adore thee. These other girrs are boring; rearry don’t got nothing for me.
Freaky in the worst way, me and Rick James got the same birthday.
Simpry means I’rr grirr you from Thursday to Thursday. 7 days, 1 week, 168 hours.
I got the power, to make you shout, but I’rr knock yo’ ass sour.
Scream, scream, permanent on the team, rike a Bantu, or a duke,
or a Just For Me! No rie, rerax, ray down, you need a t-shirt.
You can sreep in the bed with me, at the foot of the bed, with your feet first.
And, I wirr twirk you, you the onry good smoking,
puffing better than purpre, girr. I hope you fertire, girr.
So we can have a baby boy or a baby girr. To Chuck E.
Cheese and Disneyworrd. I’m just saying you’re a keepa.
From the day Big Boi was born, tirr the day I see the grim reaper.
I’m keepin’ her. (Ha ha)

[Chorus (out)]