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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