Accurate Math Songtext
von Solé

Go bananas if you lickin′ my split
Whip the lavender six
Sexier than calendar chicks
My voice is orgasm to mix
Have my money accurate
I don't want my cats to flip
They clappin′ shit
Real nails, no tips
Lips you love to kiss
Sip a Amaretto sour
Give my thugs the Cris'
Front row chair in the Knicks
Illegal pick
Stack my arithmetic ridiculous
I like it hard and stiff
Can you handle this?
Solé burn tracks like candle wicks
Independent woman so you don't have to trick
Baby, we could go Dutch, pay for half of it


We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain′t no money hungry ho
Solé don′t need your dough, no, no


Yo, we number one for months
You tryna catch up like hunts
Yo, we up front and personal
I heard your label jerkin' you
Feel like hurtin′ who?
Lord have mercy on you
Only female out the crew
5'6" And petite rockin′ baby blue
And the navy two times two
With twenties on it
Get up on it
You want it but there ain't no half
Bitch brigade on fitted cats
Half you hoes still trapped
When faced with hot tracks
I take my heels off
You takin′ dirt naps
I heard that
Make you work packs
ATL, home of the 'Lacs
Bringin' real hip hop back
Now who can top that?
Need to stop that
We top cat
Where my niggas at?

We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain′t no money hungry ho
Solé don′t need your dough, no, no
We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money hungry ho
Solé don′t need your dough, no, no

You don't really wanna face me
I had to smack a bitch
In the dressing room of Macy′s
You don't wanna make me put my hands up
Get your man, what?
You know we butt
Missouri pulled a truck up
He ran like a duck
Now it′s me and you, boo
And you shit outta luck
Open up and eat these nuts
Now you lumped up for what?
Talkin' out your lips
Now the next thing you kiss is peroxide, miss
Rappin' ain′t your style
You need to switch
Read your top ten list
Solé on top of this
What, what?
Yo, yo
And you know that I′m the soloist
Tumblin' dice make ′em clap to this

We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money hungry ho
Solé don′t need your dough, no, no
We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money hungry ho
Solé don′t need your dough, no, no
We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money hungry ho
Solé don't need your dough, no, no
We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain′t no money hungry ho
Solé don′t need your dough, no, no

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