Letras
I knew thing we're going bad
We all have hints, we've had
Every time a relationship goes bad, you have hint
There was things
Like two years before we got divorced she got, ah, boob-job
And gentlemen, if you're dating a woman over five years
And she decides she wants a boob-job
Huh-huh, she ain't getting it for you (ha-ha-ha-ha!)
She is putting fresh meat on a new hook
That's all it is
She is trolling for idiot bee, that's right
'Cause you have not lived up to her financial expectations
So, she's gonna cast those double-Ds out into the dating pool, woof! (Ha-ha-ha)
In the two years before we got divorced
My ex got new hair, new eyes, new boob, new lips
I've rebuilt this bitch from the ground up, man
It was a frame of restoration
Now, some new guys driving her (ha-ha-ha)
Ha-ha
And I wanna put something out about boob jobs
Ladies, if you gonna get boob-jobs for gods-sakes
I wanna be clear, I am not anti-boob-jobs
As long as you don't use them for evil (ha-ha-ha)
But don't get what you think men want
'Cause men don't want bigger is better
We just don't, we just don't want, we want something that looks good on you
Don't go crazy
My ex went insane, man
In my opinion, she got, she got boobs
Four sizes bigger than she should have
If she was five-feet taller than she already is (ha-ha-ha)
She's 5'2, got boobs to fit, Shaquille O'Neal (ha-ha-ha)
They had to modify her skeleton to hold 'em up
I'm not making
The strippers associations filled a grievance (ha-ha-ha)
Ladies don't go too big
No woman should stand up and cause wind-shear (ha-ha-ha)
And California is a no-fault state
You split the assets down the middle, right?
Well, plastic surgeries is an assets
I want half the plastic surgery back
And I don't want a cash settlement
I wanna leave court with a Jar (ha-ha-ha)
That's right (woo!)