Chorus:
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What are silly girls made of made of
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What are silly girls made of
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A neck full of gold, material things huh
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That's what silly girls are made of
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Verse One:
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On a scale of one to ten I seen a girl about a nine
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A slave of mental death of only she was divine
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Walking down my ex-block, the block Munroe
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I said, peace to her, the girl said hello
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Well hell is low and the lowest you can go
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Is thirty-two degrees, below zero
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So I started to rain on this young girl's brain
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Causin her a great mass of physical pain
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She said, "Tit for tat, step off my bra strap.
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No diamonds, no gold, you cannot get a rap."
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Then I said, "So what?", as I grabbed her butt
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She smiled for a while but her mouth kept shut
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The girl is eighteen, just birthed a child
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You're young in the brain and your thoughts are wild
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You're on welfare, yo but you don't care
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You say, "FTF is always there."
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Yes FTF meaning face-to-face
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The main headquarters of your local place
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Where you collect your bi-weekly pay
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To support the foolish habits you abuse everyday
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Chorus:
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What are silly girls made of made of
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What are silly girls made of
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"Yeah that's right, I'm juicin em, I'm juicin em dry!"
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Is that what silly girls are made of?
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Verse Two:
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There has never been a dame in my entire life
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My girlie, my ex, my next or my wife
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There has never been one who tried to disrespect
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Especially a member of the opposite sex
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Yo bust it, there's somethin that I gotta let out
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But I don't want to be known as Ralph the Blabbermouth
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Silly girls, they think guys are soft
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But all they wanna do, is knock their boots off
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And just from obtaining the common sense
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You can tell that the girlies seem rather quite dense
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Other than dense they play slightly bold
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But from the statements I made they could not uphold theyself
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They break down, and they start to cry and said
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"Oh! I don't believe this guy!"
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Chorus:
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Now what are silly girls made of made of
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What are silly girls made of
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"It's all about the finances" "Forget the romance"
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Is that what silly girls are made of?
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What are silly girls made of made of
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What are silly girls made of
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"Guys with cash" "can rock my big a--"
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Is that what silly girls are made of?
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Verse Three:
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Silly girls on a strip, struttin back and forth
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Watchin cars, thinkin of G'n off
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Lookin for gentlemen, who they might swing
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And attitudes, like you can get anything
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You wear tight bodysuits under long coats
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But ain't satisfied until a pervert slice your throat
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You're young you're dumb and you used to be innocent
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when young, now take a look at what you've become
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A bloodsucker, trying to get all you can
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Out the pocket of thenext girl's man
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Just to clothe yourself in gold and jewelry
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You wear tight jeans with attempts to lure me
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Into your web, cause you're livin like a spider
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And playin it off, like everything's Oreida
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You come out late at night and roam the streets
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like thiefs, stalkin a piece of flesh meat
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Is that what you do for a living get paid?
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C'mon, there's plenty of ways to get paid
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But instead of living the life that's clean and sturdy
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You'd rather go out and get your knees dirty
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Chorus:
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What are silly girls made of made of
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What are silly girls made of
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"He better buy me some gold bamboozles" "And some Fendi too"
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Is that what silly girls are made of?
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What are silly girls made of made of
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What are silly girls made of
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First of all, don't leave home without it
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Without what?
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The gold card
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I'm tryin to tell you now
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I don't lay on my back for free
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You know as they say
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If you wanna Taney
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Ya gots ta pay
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Yo what's up gorgeous, what's your name?
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Baby let's talk about your assets first
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Alright baby, well let's go for a ride in my new car
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What kind of car you drivin baby?
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I got a new Yugo
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A Yugo? C'mere
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You go, get in your Yugo
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and get on out of here!
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Girlfriend, tell him about hisself
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I don't believe him, he got champagne though |