What Are Silly Girls Made Of Lyrics by Genius

What Are Silly Girls Made Of Lyrics

    Chorus:

    What are silly girls made of made of
    What are silly girls made of
    A neck full of gold, material things huh
    That's what silly girls are made of

    Verse one:

    On a scale of one to ten i seen a girl about a nine
    A slave of mental death of only she was divine
    Walking down my ex-block, the block munroe
    I said, peace to her, the girl said hello
    Well hell is low and the lowest you can go
    Is thirty-two degrees, below zero
    So i started to rain on this young girl's brain
    Causin her a great mass of physical pain
    She said, "tit for tat, step off my bra strap.
    No diamonds, no gold, you cannot get a rap."
    Then i said, "so what?", as i grabbed her butt
    She smiled for a while but her mouth kept shut
    The girl is eighteen, just birthed a child
    You're young in the brain and your thoughts are wild
    You're on welfare, yo but you don't care
    You say, "ftf is always there."
    Yes ftf meaning face-to-face
    The main headquarters of your local place
    Where you collect your bi-weekly pay
    To support the foolish habits you abuse everyday

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    What are silly girls made of made of
    What are silly girls made of
    "yeah that's right, i'm juicin em, i'm juicin em dry!"
    Is that what silly girls are made of?

    Verse two:

    There has never been a dame in my entire life
    My girlie, my ex, my next or my wife
    There has never been one who tried to disrespect
    Especially a member of the opposite sex
    Yo bust it, there's somethin that i gotta let out
    But i don't want to be known as ralph the blabbermouth
    Silly girls, they think guys are soft
    But all they wanna do, is knock their boots off
    And just from obtaining the common sense
    You can tell that the girlies seem rather quite dense
    Other than dense they play slightly bold
    But from the statements i made they could not uphold theyself
    They break down, and they start to cry and said
    "oh! i don't believe this guy!"

    Chorus:

    Now what are silly girls made of made of
    What are silly girls made of
    "it's all about the finances" "forget the romance"
    Is that what silly girls are made of?

    What are silly girls made of made of
    What are silly girls made of
    "guys with cash" "can rock my big a--"
    Is that what silly girls are made of?

    Verse three:

    Silly girls on a strip, struttin back and forth
    Watchin cars, thinkin of g'n off
    Lookin for gentlemen, who they might swing
    And attitudes, like you can get anything
    You wear tight bodysuits under long coats
    But ain't satisfied until a pervert slice your throat
    You're young you're dumb and you used to be innocent
    When young, now take a look at what you've become
    A bloodsucker, trying to get all you can
    Out the pocket of thenext girl's man
    Just to clothe yourself in gold and jewelry
    You wear tight jeans with attempts to lure me
    Into your web, cause you're livin like a spider
    And playin it off, like everything's oreida
    You come out late at night and roam the streets
    Like thiefs, stalkin a piece of flesh meat
    Is that what you do for a living get paid?
    C'mon, there's plenty of ways to get paid
    But instead of living the life that's clean and sturdy
    You'd rather go out and get your knees dirty

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    What are silly girls made of made of
    What are silly girls made of
    "he better buy me some gold bamboozles" "and some fendi too"
    Is that what silly girls are made of?

    What are silly girls made of made of
    What are silly girls made of

    First of all, don't leave home without it
    Without what?
    The gold card
    I'm tryin to tell you now
    I don't lay on my back for free
    You know as they say
    If you wanna taney
    Ya gots ta pay

    Yo what's up gorgeous, what's your name?
    Baby let's talk about your assets first
    Alright baby, well let's go for a ride in my new car
    What kind of car you drivin baby?
    I got a new yugo
    A yugo? c'mere
    You go, get in your yugo
    And get on out of here!
    Girlfriend, tell him about hisself
    I don't believe him, he got champagne thoughts and bud light money
    Bud light money? a yugo? a thirty-five hundred dollar car?
    And you steppin to this? i take only benz's and better love
    Forget about the love it's all about the money
    So let's go put on our silk suits and step to the club tonight
    That's where it's at
    Yeah, money

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