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No scrubs


by TLC. Buy album CD: Fanmail


A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
And is also known as a buster
Always talkin' about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
So.

No, I don't want your number
No, I don't wanna give you mine and
No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere
No, don't want none of your time

And no, I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me
Hanging out the passenger side
Of his best-friend's ride
Trying to holler at me
I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me
Hanging out the passenger side
Of his best-friend's ride
Trying to holler at me

A scrub's checkin' me
But his game's kinda weak
And I know that he cannot approach me
'Cause I'm lookin' like class
And he's lookin' like trash
Can't get with a deadbeat ass
So

No, I don't want your number
No, I don't wanna give you mine and
No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere
No, I don't want none of your time

No, I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me
Hanging out the passenger side
Of his best-friend's ride
Trying to holler at me
I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me
Hanging out the passenger side
Of his best-friend's ride
Trying to holler at me

You got a car
And you're walkin'
Oh yes son
I'm talking to you
Your never home wit' your mama
Oh yes son
I'm talking to you
you got a shorty
But you don't show love
Oh yes son
I'm talking to you
you wanna get with me with no money
Oh no
I don't want no..

No scrub..No scrub
(No no)
No scrub..(No, no no no)
No scrub..
No, no.

No, I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me
Hanging out the passenger side
Of his best-friend's ride
Trying to holler at me
I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that cant get no love from me
Hanging out the passenger side
Of his best-friend's ride
Trying to holler at me

See if you can't spatially expand my horizon
Then that leaves you in a class with scrub never risin'
Idon't find it surprisin' If you don't have the g's
To please me and bounce form here to the coast of overseas

So,let me give you somethin'to think about
Inundate your mind with intentions to turn you out
Can't forget the focus on the picture in front of me
You as clear as DVD on digital TV screen
Satisfy my appetite with something spectacular
Check your vernacular
And then I get back to ya
With diamond like precision
Insatible is what I envision
Can't detect acquisition
From your freind's expedition
Mr. Big Willy if you really wanna know
Ask Chilli, could I be a silly ho
Not really T-Boz and all my senoritas
Is steppin' on your filas
But you don't hear me thoght

Chorus

the end



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Album: Fanmail (1999) Lyrics
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  1. Fanmail
  2. Fan mail
  3. The Vic-E Interpretation (Interlude)
  4. Silly ho
  5. Whispering Playa (interlude)
  6. No scrubs
  7. I'm Good At Being Bad
  8. If they knew
  9. I miss you so much
  10. Unpretty
  11. My life
  12. Come on down
  13. Shout
  14. Dear lie
  15. Communicate (interlude)
  16. Lovesick
  17. Automatic
  18. Don't pull out on me yet
  19. U in me

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