| Whoa… oh, whoa…
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| Shareefa… oh
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| From the blocking, to the dropping
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| I need a girl that’s stacking and popping
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| When I come in late, she’s not clocking
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| Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and
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| Nice girl, that’s clean, that was raised to cook
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| Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book
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| Biting on a pen, thin glasses on
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| French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent
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| Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill
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| Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel?
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| Would you bust that steel if, niggas came to kill me
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| Protect that safe, baby, dag, that’s filthy
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| Whoa, somebody let her know up in here
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| He like Papa Smurf, I’m like Papa Bear
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| I’m just looking for a queen, so I can rock her ear
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| Tell her P. Tone in here, I got her locked this year
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| I’m not your average girl
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| I be your Bonnie right beside you
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| No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah
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| I’m not your average girl
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| See me without you is unlikely
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| Them other bitches they not like me, oh, wow
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| You can have keys to the boat, money follow me
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| I got the cheese and the yolk, plus the juice
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| That’s fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt
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| Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat
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| Love to hold my hand, stepping off planes from D. R
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| Luggage with a big black tan
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| Whatcha gonna do? |
| You or him, me or you?
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| Fucking with him, you look mad pitiful
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| Boo, I’m not the type that be slobbing down hoochies
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| Looking at these hoes, eyes low like Droopy
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| Tugging on my jacket til the lights come on
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| We run trains on them bitches, never ice they arm
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| That’s a no-no, chicken heads looking for a come up
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| In the club, 'oh my God', now they wanna run up
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| Nagging til the sun up, shut up, I’m not a double-up, boo
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| Go get your feet done, your toes, cuz they knuckles up
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| Baby, baby, don’t waste your towel
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| Looking any further cuz the girl is ours
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| Holds it down for you, any place, any time
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| You already know, I’m the one, yeah, I’m that
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| Fly girl, rider, just say the word
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| Anything pop off, it’s us against the world
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| Such a hood girl, with that dirty loving that’ll make your toes curl
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| Yo, relax and chill, analyze the story
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| Love, your boy Tone got mass appeal
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| All them other little players ain’t as half as real
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| They just wanna get up in you like Massengill
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| But me, I need a wisdom, play it like wifey
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| Well mannered, understand the kid and not bite me
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| All my real ladies, put your hands up
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| Holla at your boy, if you ain’t a groupie, right now, stand up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Your Average Girl, artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song Ghostdini Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп