Not Your Average Girl

Whoa... oh, whoa...

Shareefa... oh

From the blocking, to the dropping

I need a girl that's stacking and popping

When I come in late, she's not clocking

Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and

Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook

Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book

Biting on a pen, thin glasses on

French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent

Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill

Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel?

Would you bust that steel if, niggas came to kill me

Protect that safe, baby, dag, that's filthy

Whoa, somebody let her know up in here

He like Papa Smurf, I'm like Papa Bear

I'm just looking for a queen, so I can rock her ear

Tell her P. Tone in here, I got her locked this year

I'm not your average girl

I be your Bonnie right beside you

No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah

I'm not your average girl

See me without you is unlikely

Them other bitches they night like me, oh, wow

You can have keys to the boat, money follow me

I got the cheese and the yolk, plus the juice

That's fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt

Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat

Love to hold my hand, stepping off planes from D.R.

Luggage with a big black tan

Whatcha gonna do? You or him, me or you?

Fucking with him, you look mad pitiful

Boo, I'm not the type that be slobbing down hoochies

Looking at these hoes, eyes low like Droopy

Tugging on my jacket til the lights come on

We run trains on them bitches, never ice they arm

That's a no-no, chicken heads looking for a come up

In the club, 'oh my God', now they wanna run up

Nagging til the sun up, shut up, I'm not a double-up, boo

Go get your feet done, your toes, cuz they knuckles up

Baby, baby, don't waste your towel

Looking any further cuz the girl is ours

Holds it down for you, any place, any time

You already know, I'm the one, yeah, I'm that

Fly girl, rider, just say the word

Anything pop off, it's us against the world

Such a hood girl, with that dirty loving that'll make your toes curl

Yo, relax and chill, analyze the story

Love, your boy Tone got mass appeal

All them other little players ain't as half as real

They just wanna get up in you like Mass & Gill

But me, I need a wisdom, play it like wifey

Well mannered, understand the kid and not bite me

All my real ladies, put your hands up

Holla at your boy, if you ain't a groupie, right now, stand up