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Da Brat - Gotta Thing for You lyrics
My dear, my dear, my dear, You do not know me But I know you very well So let me tell about Da Brat tatatat I'm light skin, redbone, Peanut butter complexion Very affectionate, very direct When I'm expressing myself I'm 5'5" My astrology sign is aries Thick in my thighs, 36Bs Pretty brown eyes, no hair weaves Put it down with hese lucious suckable Lips Making you wanna reach out and touch'em Come on and give me a kiss Could it be those hips just pokin out of my jeans I showed them once or twice And some niggers have become feems I'm a javouci rocking, hat cockin, Blunt smoking No stopping, weave cocking With constant heat dropping Bombs on nonbelievers charming All the people They call it the life of leisure I'm preaching what I'm speaking This shit you ain't used to seeing So please believe it you needin the B To the R muthafucking AT I guess you wonder where I've been I search to find the love within I came back to let you know I gotta thing for you And I can't let it go I'm steppin in the club now ya'll Hey now Niggers showing me love ya'll Hey now I rapp for my thugs ya'll, hey now Especially my niggers, They got the ouoo! I'd be sitting in my car waiting on you To drop off my package A big zipped locked baggy to support my habit We'll go together like roger And jessica rabbit I'm spoiled rotten, I'm rocking pink silk panties At the moment But I'm sport cotton But jeanie's dreamin of Jeanie will blink me to scottie So he can beam me pump adrenaline Into my blook steam Proceed extremely with caution I'm probably gleaming Because my bling bling is Worth a fortune It seems things will never change So I puffed often cause these dayz, Niggers is crazy You can't pay me to roll without my AK I guess you wonder where I've been I search to find the love within I came back to let you know I gotta thing for you And I can't let it go I can't let go of this game I can't let go of this fame But for sure, before I go You niggers gonna know my name Cause I'm so doogie, one in a million Cop a brazzillion for the coochie That rides smoothly Pass the doogie, the dutchie Rudely interrupted, your regularly Scheduled program I throw down and bust it There ain't no hoe around touching me I'm sharper than cutlerly I slice niggers to itty bitty pieces I'm steppin in the club now ya'll Hey now Niggers showing me love ya'll Hey now I rapp for my thugs ya'll, hey now Especially my niggers, They got the ouoo! I guess you wonder where I've been I search to find the love within I came back to let you know I gotta thing for you And I can't let it go... |
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