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Girl You Know

You know the outcome

Girl, you know the game and when you start to run

Who is this new guy? Thinkin' he's funky

He ain't nothin', girl, you knowRappers who freestyle forever

Can't afford to buy a cup of cocoa, admire my leather

Your girl get wetter, touchin' my custom made chains

Your lip gloss on my Italian sweaterI know you hate me already, go debate me with Freddie

DJ's gonna act like little feminine in more places

Bought the high heels, on the hard concrete

Remove your women's bra, feel chestWipe your eyeliners off your baseball cap

The Starter jacket don't match yo' faces

You put the thongs on, move your panty protectors in the right places

Terror in America, feel my drama, defecate on your baby's mommaI sport the real gators, Lou Casey and Tony Llama

Y'all act like divas with a flat ass like Madonna

Party whereabouts, don't ask me

Hold your Zippendales, this ain't Chippendales

Y'all Flippendales, move slow like snails

Thongs show your girl's tails, y'all blaze L'sGirl you know, the man ain't funky

But the brother is whack yo

What you tell your man, girl?Remington blows with shells

Big Hank movin' dank comin' up the road with a full tank

Make your girl buy another drink

Joe Grieco, we break neck-o, hand your wife the peppermints

Who represents y'all can't close to me one inchY'all need to sit down on the wood like Johnny Bench

Y'all know the Borden family, your fiance drive a Camry

Your hype man name is Annie

Your producer in the background wear the black panties

No time for the clean up service or nanniesGirl you know, the man ain't funky

But the brother is whack yo

What you tell your man, girl?Feeble position wackster, what's up blackster

Lyrical master, asshole plaster

You a known hitter, with the first base glove

Your mom with the catcher's mitter

Pamper for your babysitterFoul smells, your house smell like cat litter

Don't get bitter, I move and get rid of

Can't flow average, maverage

Rabid food, vegetable particles, final cabbage

You got the nerve to rap like you live in ParisStandard reels, I clown dummies

When your first advance is in your deal

Stage level, stiff with no skills

A bird with beak and bills

I crush you from New York

All the way out to Hollywood HillsGirl you know, the man ain't funky

But the brother is whack yo

What you tell your man, girl?Kool Keith, whatever, like rappers say

Like Big Daddy Kane say rappers steppin' to me

They wanna get some, you know the outcome

You wanna get some, you know the outcome

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