What Are Silly Girls Made Of Lyrics

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  

  

 Chorus:  

  

 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  

  

 Chorus:  

  

 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