Accurate Math

By Solé (MO)

On Skin Deep

Released on September 28, 1999

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[Verse 1: Solé]

Go bananas if you lickin' my split, with 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 clap and shit

Real nails, no tips, lips you love to kiss

Sipper Amaretto Sour get my thugs to crisp

Front row cheerin' 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 trip

Baby, we could go Dutch, pay for half of it


[Chorus: Kandi]

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


[Verse 2: Solé]

Yo, we number one for months, you tryna to catch up like hunch

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 ain't know how

Bitch Brigade on fitted cat

Have you hoes feel trapped when faced with hot tracks

I take my heels off, you takin' dirt naps, I heard that

Make you work pads, 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?


[Chorus: Kandi]

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


[Verse 3: Solé]

You don't really wanna face me

I had to smack a bitch in the dressin' room of Macy's

You don't wanna make me put my hands up

Get your man, what?

You know we but misery, pull the truck up

He ran like a duck, now it's me and you, boo

And you shit out of luck, open up and eat these nuts

Now you lumped up for what? Talkin' our 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

I'm rollin' dice, make 'em clap to this


[Chorus: Kandi]

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


[Outro: Solé]

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