[Chorus- Repeat 2x] I know you'd like to thank your ---- don't stank But lean a little bit closer See that roses really smell like poo-ooo-ooo Yeah, roses really smell like poo-ooo-ooo
[Verse Two - Andre 3000] Caroline! Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "bitch" "bitch" I hope she's speeding on the way to the club And also trying to physch up somebody like that And try to put on her makeup in the mirror And crash, crash, crashhh into a ditch (just playin) She needs 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!
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[Verse Three] well she's got the hottest 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 pursing" Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak Trickin' off this b**** 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 your 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 b**** Crazy b**** Crazy b**** Crazy b****
