You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?
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She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot
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You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub
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She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love
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Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone
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Straight fiendin', You beg like a dog for the bone
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And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows
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Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own
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Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
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Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone
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And next weekend you invite her to your home
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You weren't even thinking. You got played by a pro
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She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes
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Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys
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Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy
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Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise
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Ayo I know she's a cutie, but she goes for the loochie
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Sure her words sounded sincere, she even made me cry
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Ayo, dont think I'm goofy, but there's power in that coochie
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Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's
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(chorus)
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She's a big shot. You know your dream girl
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She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world
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She's a big shot. You thought you could school her
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She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor
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She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler
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She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser
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She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind
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You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time
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Now, what about that popular school kid?
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The always have been, always will be cool kid?
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The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quarterback
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Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autographs
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The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck
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Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep
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He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle
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When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble
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He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom
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He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone
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But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long
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Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song
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He's got the most expensive clothes and jewelry to wear
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While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror
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He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club
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Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up
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He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool
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When he has a party, everyone's invited except you
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And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do
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He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school
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He's a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet
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Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college
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He's a big shot. Testosterone thirsty
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Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey
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He's a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid
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Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick
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He's a big shot..
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My favorites are rappers, the egotistical bastards
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The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker
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Than them 'cause they're the masters
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I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme
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and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse
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To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter
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He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards
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After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter
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Art you'll capture finally.
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But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him
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Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance
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To his gentetically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles
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That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks
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Said you was a creampuff
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Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord
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Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head
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with that hardcore tear emcees and send 'em to therapy
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He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically
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As it makes a parody of your passion
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You tell friends you think he's tight
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but secretly, |