 All the guys would say she's mighty
fine
But mighty fine only got you
somewhere half the time
And the other half either got you
cursed out, or coming up short
Yeah, now dig this, even though
You'd need a golden calculator to
divide
The time it took to look inside and
realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars
girls, yeah!
[Chorus- Repeat 2x]
I know you'd like to thank your shit
don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that roses really smell like boo-
boo
Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo
[Verse Two - Andre 3000]
Caroline! See she's the reason for
the word "bitch"
I hope she's speeding on the way to
the club
Trying to hurry up to get to some
Baller or singer or somebody like that
And try to put on her makeup in the
mirror
And crash, crash, crash.. into a
ditch! (Just Playing!)
She needs a golden calculator to
divide
The time it took to look inside and
realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars
girls, yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Well she's got a hotties body, but
her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was
hardly acting naughty
I said shorty "Would you call me?"
She said "Pardon me, are you
ballin'?"
I said "Darling, you sound like a
prostitute pausing"
Oh so you're one them chicks, get
geeked at the sight of ATM receipts
But game been peeped, dropping
names she's weak
Trickin' off this bitch is lost
Must take me for a geek a quick way
to eat
A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for
a week, a trick for a treat
Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS
test is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get
involved with no lawyers
And judges just to hold grudges in a
courtroom
I wanna see ya support bra not
support you!
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough get
so low
Bitch, you ain't that fine
No way.. no way.. no way
[Repeat 2x]
Crazy bitch
Bitch, stupid ass bitch
Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass
bitch
A bitch's bitch, just a bitch
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