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    Funkmaster Flex / Lyrics

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    "Where My Girls At?" Lyrics

    Funkmaster Flex feat. 702

    [Fabolous - talking]
    Uh huh, uh huh, Fabolous, 702
    Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
    Uh huh, uh huh

    Now of these other chicks don't even come close to you
    Anythin' less than a dime, ain't negotiable
    There holla Fabolous when I swing the Testarossa through
    Maybe cause I'm close to Clue, I be in posters too
    I rock so much ice, you need shades for a closer view
    I beep the horn, that's the most I do

    Like what this player supposed to do
    Fuck it, pack your bags, let's spend the weekend in Costa boo
    You feelin' that?

    See he's my property and any girl that touch
    I might just call your bluff
    'Cause I don't give a fuck
    Who are you to call my cell
    Oh I'm a wish you well
    Cause any girl that tried has fell

    [Chorus - 702]
    Where my girls at
    From the front to back
    Well is you feelin' that
    Well put one hand up, can you repeat that
    Tryin' to take my man, see I don't need that

    So don't play yourself

    Where my girls at
    From the front to back
    Well is you feelin' that
    Well put one hand up, can you repeat that
    Tryin' to take my man, see I don't need that

    Hey, hey, hey, hey
    Don't you violate me
    Cause I'm a make ya hate me
    If you decide to mess with mine
    Shrunk you down to size
    Make ya realize
    You done messed up this time


    [Break - 702]
    You must learn the rules
    Don't come close to
    Anything that belongs to me
    He is my, my property
    So you must leave

    [Fabolous - talking behind Break]
    Uh huh, uh huh, Where my girls at?
    Fabolous, F-A-be -O-L-O-you-S
    Uh, uh, uh

    Don't front ma, who kept you rockin' all the stones?
    Hit the mall, you can pick and roll like Stockton and Malone
    Must of dropped bread on my skew, girls be flockin' to my home
    When I got a case, quick tryin' to get Cochran on the phone

    Chicks don't want you in karats, that make your pinkie finger glow
    They want to argue and are fightin' on the Jerry Springer show
    Yours friends want Fabolous, there's more fishes in the sea
    Schemin' since I put the deep dishes on the V

    Just to let you know, it's nothin' when you ask for green
    Took you to Cristal, for them cats and cream
    I'm the one that had you rockin Icebergs to affairs
    Icebergs for your gear, Icebergs in your hair

    I don't know how them dirty birds got the cell digits
    When I come home you pat me down like jail visits
    All I want to do is stay close to you
    Fabolous, Desert Storm, 702
    Ya heard

    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Eric L. Seats, Rapture D. Stewart, Missy Elliott.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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