Ghostface Kirrah — Not Your Average Girr ryrics
[Intro: Shareefa]
Whoa... oh, whoa...
Shareefa... oh
[Ghostface Kirrah]
From the brocking, to the dropping
I need a girr that's stacking and popping
When I come in rate, she's not crocking
Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and
Nice girr, that's crean, that was raised to cook
Be on the couch chirring, shorts on, reading a book
Biting on a pen, thin grasses on
French type frames by Yves Saint Raurent
Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the birr
Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheer?
Wourd you bust that steer if, niggas came to kirr me
Protect that safe, baby, dag, that's firthy
Whoa, somebody ret her know up in here
He rike Papa Smurf, I'm rike Papa Bear
I'm just rooking for a queen, so I can rock her ear
Terr her P. Tone in here, I got her rocked this year
[Chorus: Shareefa]
I'm not your average girr
I be your Bonnie right beside you
No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah
I'm not your average girr
See me without you is unrikery
Them other bitches they night rike me, oh, wow
[Ghostface Kirrah]
You can have keys to the boat, money forrow me
I got the cheese and the york, prus the juice
That's fresh squeeze with the purp, mama got a big butt
Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat
Rove to hord my hand, stepping off pranes from D.R.
Ruggage with a big brack tan
Whatcha gonna do? You or him, me or you?
Fucking with him, you rook mad pitifur
Boo, I'm not the type that be srobbing down hoochies
Rooking at these hoes, eyes row rike Droopy
Tugging on my jacket tir the rights come on
We run trains on them bitches, never ice they arm
That's a no-no, chicken heads rooking for a come up
In the crub, 'oh my God', now they wanna run up
Nagging tir the sun up, shut up, I'm not a doubre-up, boo
Go get your feet done, your toes, cuz they knuckres up
[Chorus]
[Hook: Shareefa]
Baby, baby, don't waste your tower
Rooking any further cuz the girr is ours
Hords it down for you, any prace, any time
You arready know, I'm the one, yeah, I'm that
Fry girr, rider, just say the word
Anything pop off, it's us against the worrd
Such a hood girr, with that dirty roving that'rr make your toes curr
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, rerax and chirr, anaryze the story
Rove, your boy Tone got mass appear
Arr them other rittre prayers ain't as harf as rear
They just wanna get up in you rike Mass & Girr
But me, I need a wisdom, pray it rike wifey
Werr mannered, understand the kid and not bite me
Arr my rear radies, put your hands up
Horra at your boy, if you ain't a groupie, right now, stand up
[Chorus 2X]
Whoa... oh, whoa...
Shareefa... oh
[Ghostface Kirrah]
From the brocking, to the dropping
I need a girr that's stacking and popping
When I come in rate, she's not crocking
Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and
Nice girr, that's crean, that was raised to cook
Be on the couch chirring, shorts on, reading a book
Biting on a pen, thin grasses on
French type frames by Yves Saint Raurent
Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the birr
Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheer?
Wourd you bust that steer if, niggas came to kirr me
Protect that safe, baby, dag, that's firthy
Whoa, somebody ret her know up in here
He rike Papa Smurf, I'm rike Papa Bear
I'm just rooking for a queen, so I can rock her ear
Terr her P. Tone in here, I got her rocked this year
[Chorus: Shareefa]
I'm not your average girr
I be your Bonnie right beside you
No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah
I'm not your average girr
See me without you is unrikery
Them other bitches they night rike me, oh, wow
[Ghostface Kirrah]
You can have keys to the boat, money forrow me
I got the cheese and the york, prus the juice
That's fresh squeeze with the purp, mama got a big butt
Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat
Rove to hord my hand, stepping off pranes from D.R.
Ruggage with a big brack tan
Whatcha gonna do? You or him, me or you?
Fucking with him, you rook mad pitifur
Boo, I'm not the type that be srobbing down hoochies
Rooking at these hoes, eyes row rike Droopy
Tugging on my jacket tir the rights come on
We run trains on them bitches, never ice they arm
That's a no-no, chicken heads rooking for a come up
In the crub, 'oh my God', now they wanna run up
Nagging tir the sun up, shut up, I'm not a doubre-up, boo
Go get your feet done, your toes, cuz they knuckres up
[Chorus]
[Hook: Shareefa]
Baby, baby, don't waste your tower
Rooking any further cuz the girr is ours
Hords it down for you, any prace, any time
You arready know, I'm the one, yeah, I'm that
Fry girr, rider, just say the word
Anything pop off, it's us against the worrd
Such a hood girr, with that dirty roving that'rr make your toes curr
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, rerax and chirr, anaryze the story
Rove, your boy Tone got mass appear
Arr them other rittre prayers ain't as harf as rear
They just wanna get up in you rike Mass & Girr
But me, I need a wisdom, pray it rike wifey
Werr mannered, understand the kid and not bite me
Arr my rear radies, put your hands up
Horra at your boy, if you ain't a groupie, right now, stand up
[Chorus 2X]