Outkast - Roses Songtext
All the guys would say she's mighty fine (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 (even though)
You'd need a golden calculator to divide (to divide)
The time it took to look inside and realize that real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!
I know you'd like to think your shh don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See roses really smell like poo poo po
Yeah, roses really smell like poo poo po
see she's the reason for the word ''witch''(witch)
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club, trying to hurry up and get some Baller or singing somebody like that, and put on her makeup in the mirror and crash, crash, crash into a ditch *just playin
She needs a golden calculator to divide (to divide)
The time it takes to look inside and realize that real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!
Well she's got a hottie body, but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty
I said: "Would you call me?"
She said: "Pardon me, are you ballin?"
I said: "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursig"
Oh so you're one of them freaks, 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 to sleep,
A rent-car for a week,
A trick for a treak
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
Better come back down to mars
Girl quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough gets low
Bitch, you ain't that fine...no way... no way...no way
Writer(s): Bill Withers, Kanye Omari West, Antony Von Williams
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