• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• I Do - Rasheeda
• Vibrate (feat. Pete Pablo) - Rasheeda
• Get It On - Rasheeda
• Georgia Peach - Rasheeda
• Boss Chick - Rasheeda
• Let It Go - Rasheeda
• Off Da Chain - Rasheeda
• Lifestyle - Rasheeda
• Rasheeda - Rasheeda
• You Can Get It - Rasheeda
• Where Ya Been - Rasheeda
• What Cha Workin' Wit - Rasheeda
• Wetter - Rasheeda
• We Ready - Rasheeda
• Type A Girl - Rasheeda
• Touch Ya Toes - Rasheeda
• Take It Slow - Rasheeda
• Take 'em To The Bank - Rasheeda
• Say Something - Rasheeda
• Pack Ya Bags - Rasheeda
• O Lets Do It - Rasheeda
• No Trust (don't Try) - Rasheeda
• Never Wanna Leave - Rasheeda
• My Bubblegum - Rasheeda
• Meet Cha Mama - Rasheeda
• Look At Me Now Remix - Rasheeda
• Let It Clap - Rasheeda
• Just Like A Peach - Rasheeda
• Get This Money - Rasheeda
• Ex Girlfriend - Rasheeda
• Drip Drop - Rasheeda
• Dont Hate - Rasheeda
• Do It - Rasheeda
• Boss Bitch Swag - Rasheeda
• Betta Off Alone - Rasheeda
• Bedrock Remix - Rasheeda
• Bam - Rasheeda
• Badder - Rasheeda
• Atl 2 Stl - Rasheeda
• The Descent - Wretched
• Final Devourment - Wretched
• Deplorable Miscalculations - Wretched
• Before The Rise - Wretched
• Aborning - Wretched
• Preservation Of Immortality - Wretched
• I Do That - Roccett
• You Can Get It - Roccett

Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Come on, let's start this shit
Shawty, let's crank this shit
A little sumethin' for them hatin' hoes
Who gets nothin' but them knees and boes
Why y'all all in my grill?
Why y'all can't keep it real?
Always tryin' to plot and scheme
Wanna live this life is just a dream
Ain't no one in teams
All the real niggas know what it mean
Catch me, y'all just to slow
Hatin' hoes gotta let y'all go
Don't never try to stop my flo'
Won't tell you this shit no mo'
Da baddest hoe that you ever seen
Two triple O, shawty 'bout that green
Naw they don't understand
These niggas don't understand
These muthafuckers think we playin'
See they don't know what we sayin'
Fake niggas in our grill
Fake niggas all in our grill
These niggas don't wanna get to it
These niggas don't wanna do it
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
You can tell a real nigga from the fake fake
A trill nigga that's down in the cake cake
A hot girl that's clean not stank stank
Some bad weave for somebody
So you took a little drank
So I guess it made you think that you could when you can't
Wit' the N, wit' the ain't
Ain't nobody got time round here to playing round
Sucka wit' the big sack nigga better lay it down
Comin' through ain't bout that shady shit
Boy I'm mo' dirty than Dusty Rhodes
I drop the beat and rock the flo'
Representing that Que Bo Gold
So don't you try to test us out thinkin' we country wit' no skills
'Cuz I drop the bass and tame the bass
Put this fire to yo' grill
Well, I was born in Illinois, okay ah
Raised in Atlanta, G-A yeah, lived in New York and L.A., yeah
My nigga, I'm da shit no matter where I stay
'Cuz, uh, I wuz cut like that, lil' buddy, I'm stacked like that
From da front to da side to da back, Rasheeda, and I'm tight like that
I ain't never been worried bout anotha
Cutter her buddy, lil' buddy, I don't studder
9 double lock chrome for the lame lame
Big faces in my pocket not the chump change
Ride the Benz with the wood grain, grilled out, smoke frame
With the knock knock
38 pop pop all you haters just stop or you gone get dropped
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Fuck dem pussy niggas and who ever wit' 'em
All I say is sic 'em and there go my boys, D-S-G-B, Pastor damn Troy
Boy, you ain't ready, boy, you don't want it
Boy we ain't ready, bitch get disappointed
Shit, all I know is southern blo'd not lower than a dime
From thirty piece to quarter ki, we strictly on da grind
No time to spit no evidence, no evidence, no charge
Since they ain't got no evidence, I gave them my lil' boy
The scars from my hand as I crank up the speaker
Drop the bomb on you bitches, Pastor and Rasheeda
Bitch, do it
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)
Do the damn thang
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on now)
Do it
(Come on)

C'mon
Yeah yeah yeah
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
I want them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put 'em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin' me
Neighbors bangin' on the wall 'cause we over here
Disturbin the peace, baby be easy
Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off
All tha sheets, don't worry we don't need 'em
A couple hours in the session we done been
Through bout four CDs
(About four CDs)
Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and Jodeci
(They love Jodeci)
By the way look think I need a couple can of energy drinks
(Yeah I'm gone need 'em)
Cuz these hoes go vibratin' in they coochie
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke
Got ya hoes like you blowin' dro
Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or slow
Round here we professionals, get flexible, real sexual
Make a nigga wanna eat it like a vegetable
When he see that ass rise like a buttered roll
Round here we gangstered out
This aint no titty bar we let it all hang out
Break bread till the song played out
Show that nigga what a real bitch 'bout
These cats thank they pimpin' like Don Juon
But they all played out like the thong song
Get ya money gul, show 'em what you really 'bout
Rasheeda reppin' fo the ladies in the south
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
I can fuck, any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow
Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her
Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there
When I move you move, just like that
Just as show as yo ass is fat
There's some 26 inch rims on a Cadillac
Like spinners, sittin' on a sixty seven
At the car show bumpin' Funk Master Flex
I ain't met a bitch yet
(And yeah)
That I couldn't have
All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am
Pull up to the side and get away from them
Doom, doom, doom
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
I like the way yo ass be vibratin'
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you
Start an earthquake
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you

2001, we? bout to show ya'll how we do it
Once again, this Rasheeda
And I'm introducin' the one and the only
S L I M, ohh
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
I been around the world, no more for me to see
I stay on the roll, lifestyle celebrity
My time to shine and it ain't easy as it seems
To do what it takes to keep a nigga on my team
2 Way page me? cuz I'm neva at the crib
Just to keep in touch, that's how a nigga gotta live
I know you know how to keep this thang tight
I'm out doin' me, so I ain't with you every night
It's easy to see, baby, I meant to be yo wife
But I can't slow down, nigga I got my own life
So get on in, when you fit in, don't trip
I stack the dough, I run this shit, got you lovin' this
Life a luxury, and you wouldn't have nothin'
If it wasn't for me
I'm headed back to the States, flight land at 8
Typin', "I miss you too and I can hardly wait"
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
I'm on the next first class flight late night to get to you
Sippin' trippin' offa the things that we can do like
Whoa, no, keep it on the low
Those the thangs I won't let nobody know
First thangs first, how you like to whip?
Platinum CL5, 2002, [unverified]
Be ready to dip soon as my plane touch down
I only got two days, so we gots to lay it down
You know how we do, in the Dirty, we live it up
When I get to the crib, ain't no frontin', give it up
We're landing in Atlanta so itz time to crank it up
We get on the round lil' man say back it up
I'm lookin' around, there you are just like you saw
Ain't got no [unverified] headin' straight to the car
We dippin' my ride that's keepin' da real dub
Rasheeda, believe that you? bout to get rimmed up
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
Back in the A-Town this is how we ride
Me and you stay down? cuz we do or die
Everybody be hatin' like we Bonnie and Clyde
Intellectual thug, the only nigga by my side
Between me and you let's keep it one on one
Check them hoez on the side before them bitches get done
Got no time for the games, I'm collectin' more change
And flip it to bills so we can take it long range
You know what it is and how it's gon be
Everywhere that you go, you comin' right back to she
I'm makin' it known for all these hoez to see
They already know that you belong to me
That's why they stay mad, just wishin'
That they could have everything that I own
The thang and the man, my love, my nigga, my hustla team
Niggaz [unverified] we layin', you my ghetto dream
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[Unverified] lemme know what you wanna do
Tell me that it's on, so that we can get it on

[INTRO]
Yea,
Rasheeda,
So this one right here,
Is for all my ladies,
We gonna do it like this,
We gonna dedicated this one to fellas,
Why'all know how we like it,
Put your mouth to work,
Ladies, check this out
[CHORUS]
Wassup baby? you scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up til the very last drop
And go down, (downnnnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
Go down, (downnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
[VERSE 1]
First thangs first, I sheeda
Fuck around with no man who wount eat her
I don't need em, ain't tryin to see em
Yo mommy, daddy, them, ain't tryin to meet em
Halmark cards, ain't tryin to read em
Yea I can cook, but I ain't tryin to feed him
Nothing but this vagina, steven
Ya dick little, need ya tongue to make it even
Slow down, stop speeding
You 20 something, suppose to been stop teethin
Its been 20 mintues, has this nigga stop breathin
I know he down there, I ain't even seen him
Damn, where he at, there he go
I'm a super woman, so I need a lil mo
And I ain't nothing like ya hoes
I ain't gonna curse you out, imma show you to the door.
[CHORUS]
Wassup baby? you scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up til the very last drop
And go down, (downnnnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
Go down, (downnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
[VERSE 2]
You on the run, gotta federal case?
I know a place you can bury your face
Yum yum, gone get ya a taste
Gotta shake, let it go like mase
But ya tongue gotta know how to act
From the front all the way to the back
Its therapeutic and it helps me relax
I got them goodies, boy get you a snack
I dare a nigga try to act like he don't want to
Hate women, niggas say what he wount do
You talkin to a girl standin on her own two
If I want to, I can do it with my own two
So you gotta work it, do some tongue tricks
It takes dedication, I don't cum quick
So put ya shoulders in it, catch a neck cramp
Cause I gotta have that tongue like a wet stamp
[CHORUS]
Wassup baby? you scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up til the very last drop
And go down, (downnnnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
Go down, (downnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
[BRIDGE]
Where he at, there he go
Real girls make them boys get low, ok
Where he at, there he go
Real girls make them boys get low, ok
Where he at, there he go
Real girls make them boys get low, get low
Where he at, there he go
Real girls make them boys get low, get low
[CHORUS]
Wassup baby? you scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up til the very last drop
And go down, (downnnnn)
Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
Go down, (downnn)

See it's all about the way you put it down right
Gotta be sexy gotta be in control ya know
(Yean ain't never met nobody fly like me)
Hm. That's fo damn sure. Hey, cause I'm a BOSS
{Hook: 2x's}
I'm a boss chick, I'ma I'ma boss chick
I'm a boss chick, I'ma I'ma boss chick
Yean ain't never met nobody fly like me
Own house, own car, got my own money
I'm a boss
{Verse 1: Rasheeda}
Google me baby, I'm drivin' 'em crazy
Ya gurl so fly you can call me amazin'
Boss chick, that's the motto
We set shit off, we don't follow
We no gargle, we no swallow
Brush lames out the way like they did on Apollo (Brush 'em off)
Goodbye, adios amigo
I ain't stuck up I got a Kanye ego
Gettin' to this money like my name was Nino
How you think I got all this Luis and Rio
I ain't just talk pimp, this what I stand fo
A independent chick who be stakin' them bank rolls
{Hook 2x's}
{Verse 2: Rasheeda}
I got my own house, I got my own car
Like Lupe said, "I'm a Superstar"
I rock a white R class with the snow white rims
If you ain't on sit down like ???? and them (C'mon)
I'm a boss like Tyra, Kimora, Beyonce'
Won't catch me slippin, ya gurl stay flossaay (flossaay)
What I need ya fo if you can't get dat
Playin in my piggy bank, I ain't wit dat
I'm da one to run a credit and swag check
Why you flexin' when you livin' paycheck to paycheck
You already know I ain't settling for less
I'm a Boss Chick, so that means I rock wit da best (C'mon)
{Hook 2x's}
{Verse 3: Rasheeda}
Now where dem bosses who be raising them kids
Pick 'em up and drop 'em off in your soccer mom whips
Ain't nuttin always paying the bills
So ??? fits from Beverly Hills
Gotta keep the hair and nails fresh
Can play any position, but never the mistress
You can work a 9 to 5 or own your own business
Long as you runnin' shit it never easily impress (fo sho)
Stay in control 24/7
Keep it 100 always trend settin'
I deliver like UPS
Cause I'm a muthafuckin B-O-S-S
(Yeah)

[Intro]
Ooh hey cmon ooh. Ah ah.
Ooh hey.
[Chorus]
I'm da type of girl like to get that dough with that goose with patron hit the dance floor.
Let it, let it go.
You ain't gotta look no more.
[First Verse]
I'ma certified hot chick MAC like my lipstick.
Lovin me so good that he ice me like the artist.
Supa fly supa bad shorty you can't top this.
Gotta have a G who can hold down a boss bitch.
What it do make a move pimpin you gon' hit or miss by the way you poppin you act like you got that moby dick, lookin real dougy fresh gucci chain like Slick Rick, Hey say he want, he say he want my lovey-dovey kiss kiss.
[Chorus]
I'm da type of girl like to get that dough with that goose with patron hit the dance floor.
Let it, let it go.
Let let let it go. You ain't gotta look no more.
[Second Verse]
Stiletto pumps match my brand new Loui V.
My swag is a whole 'nother pedigree. I'm bout cake call me Sarah Lee. I'm to hiphop what Oprah is to TV. Fo sho' so please, stop hating on me. Ain't nuttin changed still fuck you pay me. By the way got more game then Nintendo Wii he still goin' down wanna taste the georgia peach.
[Chorus]
I'm da type of girl like to get that dough with that goose with patron hit the dance for.
Let it, let it go.
Let let let it go. You ain't gotta look no more.
[Third Verse]
I'm the type of girl make them boys wanna spoil me. Show me off to they fam they adore me. Fall in love wit a chick an wanna wife me. Now here he go givin' credit cards and house keys. That's what happens when the bubblegum be the truth. Man he fallin hard without a parachute. Ladies I'ma let you know the new motto, if he look broke better walk it out pronto.
[Chorus]
I'm da type of girl like to get that dough with that goose with patron hit the dance floor.
Let it, let it go.

Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'
See me in the club nigga iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty, let's ball out
Ohh, you's a big money nigga who goes all out
Well, let's do this damn thang till we fall out
Niggaz say I'm too hype and hoes hate cause they flaw
This number one rap bitch spittin' nothin' but the raw
You menstruatin', frustrated, keep yo most anticipated
Flossed out in the club while most of y'all fakin'
Ain't no mistakin' how we do it so you gotta show me love
Pop the bottle, crack the blunt and now we smokin' on a dub
Sassy bitch, classy bitch might be on some pimp shit
Where my money nigga, no time for games you got's to dip
'Cause I'm a regulator, original game playa
Fuck a hoe, I'm Mrs. Captain Save A Nigga Day-a
Nigga playa, own stash off the rip
Make my gun "Blocka-blocka" if a nigga trip
'Cause I'm the regular, you ain't no competitor
So back up wack trick, you better duck
Rasheeda world and I take it how I give it
This unstoppable bitch don't talk it, she live it
Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'
See me in the club nigga iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty, let's ball out
Ohh, you's a big money nigga who goes all out
Well, let's do this damn thang till we fall out
This ice tray wrapped around my wrist, look at me
Gettin' hi as hell, drunk as a bitch, look at me
Man I'm feelin' like a million bucks, look at me
Niggaz hatin' but I don't give a fuck, please believe it
I push a Jag 2-G sittin' on some O's
(Sittin' on some O's)
Bitches be up on my dick like brand new clothes
(Like brand new clothes)
I wanna be seen with you up in the Pocono's
(No)
You'll be in the jeep takin' off yo clothes
(Uh-huh)
Bitch make a nigga rich or somethin'
(Biatch)
(Rich or somethin')
I don't give a fuck you ain't in my clique or nothin'
(Clique or nothin')
I don't like to cake hoes, I break hoes
It's all about the peso's and I make those
You don't know about the hoes I toss
You don't know about the thangs I floss
Welcome to the land where .44's explode on broke hoes
[Unverified] I keep every bitch in broke mode
Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'
See me in the club nigga iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty, let's ball out
Ohh, you's a big money nigga who goes all out
Well, let's do this damn thang till we fall out
Got niggaz in my grill like whoa
'Cause I rock a show the club outta control
Boy you want the digits, I told him hell No
'Cause you got the 4, I got the S-50-50
Quit the flow, don't even ask, then go on with it
Nasty attitude so you know you can't hit it
Just forget it, I got my mind on my shine
Labeled most hated bitch in 1999
Now it's 2-G, got hoes scared to drop they shit
I'll put my foot off in yo ass and I'll stomp that shit
Lock that shit, hit the spot and rock that shit
I'm on a mission and you wishin' you could stop my shit
My momma told me, "Whatever you do, stack the dough"
Don't ever fall behind no playa hatin' hoe
And that's for sho', you got's to be the trillest of the trill
Realest of the real, my nigga what the deal huh?
Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'
See me in the club nigga iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty, let's ball out
Ohh, you's a big money nigga who goes all out
Well, let's do this damn thang till we fall out
Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'
See me in the club nigga iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty, let's ball out
Ohh, you's a big money nigga who goes all out

Chorus(x2)
i'm checkin out yo lifestyle
o you a trojan
i know you hopin
that you get chosen
i like em frozen
icy with tha platinum
i need a nigga with a gold package magnum
(Gangsta Boo)
sexy
wet me
you dont wanna test me
ride ya ass to sleep since you doin all that flexin
magnum xl
but i dont kiss and tell
cut a few rappas but it's cool cause thats my bidness hell
jeezy t.i. young buck supa flyy dope boys from da trap raise
ya hands real high
lifestyle uh uh
black package magnum
thicky thick girls keep this jumpshit supa crunk
(Rasheeda)
gold pack or da black
nigga i can handle that
we can do the damn thing
you aint gotta hold back
lamb skin hell naw
thats like goin raw dogg
burn that ass up f**k around and kill all yall
i kno what that business is
xl sensitive
got me makin f**k faces wit the heat sensation
naw nigga we aint got no conversation
unless you rockin platinum wear gold magnum
Chorus(x2)
i'm checkin out yo lifestyle
o you a trojan
i know you hopin
that you get chosen
i like em frozen
icy with tha platinum
i need a nigga with a gold package magnum
(Princess)
step up to the club niggas choosin tryin to get in my jeans
i'm to cute for you but yo friend can come teach me some things
f**k the motion and the ocean cause a niggas gotta have a boat if
his dick too small his shit will sink and it can neva float i'm not
tryin to
boast but a chick like me needs a titanic man
f**k a trojan i need magnums real niggas can understand
if you cant fulfill my needs then hit the road i gotta go
rasheeda diamond princess boonie thugs package black or gold
(Diamond)
splurge me
cake me
diamond so sexy
aint even 18 and daddys wanna date me
but i rather stick to pimpin
wit great grippin i'ma mac
catcha quickie then i'm puttie and wont doubt he bring his stacks
its the fact that i dont love em leave em troubled if they minnie me
gold package magnum wit the platinum cause i need a g
thats how it be
if you down to fulfill all my fantasies i have you on yo bendin
knee you f**kin with the baddest bitch
Chorus(x2)
i'm checkin out yo lifestyle
o you a trojan
i know you hopin
that you get chosen
i like em frozen
icy with tha platinum
i need a nigga with a gold package magnum
(Rasheeda)
rap it up
then break a bitch off
thats wuts up
can you give it to me right
can you do it all night
i aint got no time for kids i dont f**k wit minni men
(Princess)
i dont either
please believe that
if you small then i'm gon leave ya princess need a thug to
please her put it down and be my teacher punish me but nicely
i'm sexy sweet and spicy niggas love me but them hoes always
wanna fight me
(Diamond)
you kno i'm shiesty
i like my niggas icy
the youngest out tha click but the tag quite pricy i might be
the type of chick you wanna make yo wifey
enticing
that why yo baby mama dont like me
(Gangsta Boo)
if you aint sized up please get the f**k up
you be wastin all my time guess yo ass is outta luck
time is up
now you stuck
you and yo lifestyle movin real and goin nowhere i guess you just
a wild child
Chorus(x2)
i'm checkin out yo lifestyle
o you a trojan
i know you hopin
that you get chosen
i like em frozen
icy with tha platinum

[Intro:]
Daddy, daddy, where is my daddy, daddy
You'll be my (ohh) daddy
[Verse 1:]
I been working hard allday
Wanna come home to some play - play
And you rubbing it the right way
Can you beat it up then eat it up like a falet
Go all night till the next day
Can we start with a little bit of four play?
But this time I'm a keep my heels on
I got so many tricks & I know I can predict
All the spots that you wanna put your lips on
(Ohh) daddy don't slow down
Tonight we gone go all twelve rounds
Got walls up, can you tear them down
Make that thing talk back right now
(Ohh) like lalala
Bang so good, got a nigga seeing stars
Bang so good, he then bought a bitch a car
Cause I melt in your mouth like a condact bar
I call you d-a-d-d-y when you up in the g-u-t-t's
Cause I that g-o-double d make you wanna w-I-f-e me
And it's tight upon entry, nickname her kitty cat of the century
No hoe chick, wanna hit it in my tee-pee
Gotta tripod let's do the hd dvd
[Chorus: x2]
You give it to me good, can you do it better
You can make it wet, can you make it wetter
Come & put that thing down on me
[Verse 2:]
Come on, call me ms. juicy
Pop that willy on your suzuki
While ya ex girl was searving you sushi
My 5 star cooch, laced in gucci
You been my groupie, tell them how you do anything for the booty
My sex game so groovy, keep a long hold like jury duty
There's alot of things that I'm into
We can use toys, we can use utensils
Like a spatchula, toss it up, flip it up
Then I back it up like a uhaul truck
I then been wet, can you get it wetter
You do the damn thing but can you do it better
Must work over time when your up in mine
Grab me by the waistline, make it come double time
Four, I got that crack crack
Hit it on time, & you'll come back back
Now I got him like, " damn girl, gone do that thing with no hands girl"
If I could I would sell it in a jar
I'll be a billionaire chick, oh my lord
Stupid juice box call it retart
His last request was I'm a die hard
[Chorus: x2]
You give it to me good, can you do it better
You can make it wet, can you make it wetter

[Chorus:]
In Da Streets
In Da Mall
In Da Club
It Ain't Nun
U Can Get It (Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It (It Ain't Nun)
[Verse 1:]
Y U In Ma Face Y U Sayin Dat
Time Is Money Pimpin I Get It By Da Stacks
I'm a Boss Chick Undastand Da Status
U Can Pop About Dem Lil Thangs I Dun Had It
Ice On Da Wrist Shoes On Da Benz
U Can't Hav Ma Numba Iont Need No Frenz
Park Vip All Bottles On Me
Money Ain't A Thang Wen U F**Kn With Me
Ma Whole Squad Gat It Dis Ain't Nun New
Niggas Throwin Money Which 1 U Gon Choose
Come At Me Sidewayz Den U Gon Lose
Ma Advice Ta U Let It Do Wat It Do
[Chorus: x2]
In Da Streets
In Da Mall
In Da Club
It Ain't Nun
U Can Get It (Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It (It Ain't Nun)
[Verse 2:]
Hoppin Out Tha Chevy Thang With Tha Bucket Seats
Skates Gat It Sittin Up Anotha 3 Ft
Tip Tha Valet Me N Ma Gurls Bout Ta Bizzo
Stacks On Deck Bout Ta Blow It At Da Mizzo
It's Ma Birthday So I Gat Anotha Reason
Change Da Louis Bag Up Jus Like Da Season
Lookin So Good Betta Polish Up Ya Pimpin
Like Da Way Da Jeans Fit Da Hips Tru Religion(Religion)
Oh Did I Forget Ta Mention
Hair N Nails Fixed U'd Neva Catch Me Slippin (Naw)
All Thru Da Spot Me N Ma Clique Mud(?) Down
So Like Dem Boyz Flip Dem Fowls
[Chorus: x2]
In Da Streets
In Da Mall
In Da Club
It Ain't Nun
U Can Get It (Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It (It Ain't Nun)
[Verse 3:]
Chinchilla On Ma Back Get Like Me
Skirt Way Above Da Knee
U Bendin Ova Tryna C
Gat Mo Karats In Ma Ear Den A Salad
So I Gat Canarys On Deck I'm Bout It
Catch Me At Da Bar Posted With Ya Dude
He All Up In Ma Face Sayin He Yont Like U
But He Like Da Jimmy Jewels
N Da All Pink Jacob Cost About 22
Ma Ice So Cold U Mite Catch Da Flu
Da Chain Around Ma Neck It's All Ice Blue
Chanel On Da Shouldas Chanel On Da Shoes
So Y In Da F**K I Wanna Get Like U
[Chorus: x2]
In Da Streets
In Da Mall
In Da Club
It Ain't Nun
U Can Get It (Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)
U Can Get It(Ain't Nun)

Oh where ya beeeen
'Ol lyin' lil' fucka
[Hook:]
Smell like another bitch perfume on ya
Smell smell like another bitch perfume on ya
Oh ohwhere ya been, 'Ol lyin lil' fucka
Actin like ya didn't have your cell phone on ya
[Verse 1:]
C'mon
It's about 4 in the mornin' (mornin')
Acting like you don't see me callin' (callin')
Now we done been here before
Last time I threw yo shit out the back door (back door)
Everytime I let you back in (in)
Turn around and do the same shit again
When you gon' learn you got a 10
Playin with those hens you gon' lose your best friend (best friend)
Just cause you got a lil money (money)
Don't mean I'm a sit home like a dummy (hell naw)
I knew you wasn't about nothin'
"Ol cheat, 'ol schemin, 'OL LYIN LIL FUCKA
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
You got me tickin like a time bomb
Betta take her back where she came from (take her back)
I can smell her perfume on your mustache
Talking mess I'm a to the left yo ass
I'm too fly for ya anyway (anyway)
I won't play the fool another day (naw)
You had me though for a minute
And I ain't shamed to say I've been played I'll admit it (I'll admit it)
This opprotunitycomes once in a lifetime
Can't believe you wanna blow it on a half a dyme
I knew you wasn't about nothin'
"Ol cheatin, 'ol schemin, 'OL LYING LIL FUCK
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3:]
Don't come in here tryin' to reverse psychology
You da hoe, don't tryto point at me
Really though, I'm a make yo ass see
It's80/20, she ain't got shit on me (naw)
I'm da one who showed you how to be a"G"
And the one who gave you the house and key (keys)
Don't make me break ya down to your knees
Any your credit wasn't shit NIGGA PLEASE
Dats what happens when you think you go it going on (on)
When I met ya lame ass you was so alone (so alone)
I knew you wasn't about nothin'
'Ol cheatin, 'ol schemin, 'OL LYIN LIL FUCKA

Woop, Woop, Woop
Woop, Woop, Woop, Twork Sumthin
[Hook: x2]
What cha workin with shawty
What cha workin with
What cha workin with shawty
What cha workin with, twork sumthin'
[Verse 1: Rasheeda]
I'm workin with cha, gon' get cha I came to crank dis here up
Stick up, hold up, ya'll niggaz got me fucked up
Say what, huh, pull up, shut up
The next one of ya'll who run up, be the next one who get done up
Cause uh, I just want to show some luv
See cause uh, I just came to crank it up
So what cha workin with, tworkin with, got it shawty spent it then
Hey Ladies (What) make 'em hit in where they fit in
Then make it up and pay it up then toss 'em to da curb
Makin' with dat chump change boy you gettin on my nerves
Don't get it twisted, dis independent, makin' major moves
Fallin' off in dis bitch sendin' niggaz back to school
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rasheeda]
I'm workin with deep dishes and 32 diamonds and a charm peep da wrist
Rasheeda da chick who rocks from D-Lo, pops and reload
And I get dis thang (thang) crunk shawty you ain't know
Ladies throw ya hands up, fellaz ya'll stand up
Let me see ya turn da club out when da jam bump
Shawty what cha workin with, 2 wrist and platinum necks around my ice
They get and legit would spit, fittin to let you know it's about my life
Flow for my playaz, roll it up twit it blow dro with my playaz
Rich shows and [? ] can flow with my playaz and do the damn thang
Like I told you playa
It's ova playa
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Rasheeda]
What! What! Since I was raised in the A and raised at five (five)
Got chu throwin bows in da club until you tired (tired)
Boy ain't mistakin, it's dat QB Rasheeda and got you thinkin dis dime
Couldn't keep it crankin from Atlanta to Jamacia (what cha talkin bout)
Keep it shakin dats how I do it
Don't flex, I know you knew it
And foreva gettin to it
I lay down, put it down, dats how it goes
Workin with dem true playaz who stay in they cash flow
You can't stop da rock, she's da shit
Da ruffest chick who make you twitch every time I spit it
You scared of dis, and D-Lo steady makin hits
Trill misses put 'em up and tell me WHAT CHA WORKIN WIT

[Intro:]
Daddy, daddy, where is my daddy, daddy
You'll be my (ohh) daddy
[Verse 1:]
I been working hard allday
Wanna come home to some play - play
And you rubbing it the right way
Can you beat it up then eat it up like a falet
Go all night till the next day
Can we start with a little bit of four play?
But this time I'm a keep my heels on
I got so many tricks & I know I can predict
All the spots that you wanna put your lips on
(Ohh) daddy don't slow down
Tonight we gone go all twelve rounds
Got walls up, can you tear them down
Make that thing talk back right now
(Ohh) like lalala
Bang so good, got a nigga seeing stars
Bang so good, he then bought a bitch a car
Cause I melt in your mouth like a condact bar
I call you d-a-d-d-y when you up in the g-u-t-t's
Cause I that g-o-double d make you wanna w-I-f-e me
And it's tight upon entry, nickname her kitty cat of the century
No hoe chick, wanna hit it in my tee-pee
Gotta tripod let's do the hd dvd
[Chorus: x2]
You give it to me good, can you do it better
You can make it wet, can you make it wetter
Come & put that thing down on me
[Verse 2:]
Come on, call me ms. juicy
Pop that willy on your suzuki
While ya ex girl was searving you sushi
My 5 star cooch, laced in gucci
You been my groupie, tell them how you do anything for the booty
My sex game so groovy, keep a long hold like jury duty
There's alot of things that I'm into
We can use toys, we can use utensils
Like a spatchula, toss it up, flip it up
Then I back it up like a uhaul truck
I then been wet, can you get it wetter
You do the damn thing but can you do it better
Must work over time when your up in mine
Grab me by the waistline, make it come double time
Four, I got that crack crack
Hit it on time, & you'll come back back
Now I got him like, " damn girl, gone do that thing with no hands girl"
If I could I would sell it in a jar
I'll be a billionaire chick, oh my lord
Stupid juice box call it retart
His last request was I'm a die hard
[Chorus: x2]
You give it to me good, can you do it better
You can make it wet, can you make it wetter

[Behind Hook]
I feel the master, Phat boy and D-Lo
Ya'll ready, they ready
C'mon, C'mon
Rasheeda she ready, we ready
Archie, you ready, we ready
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
You ready
Archie, Rasheeda, we ready
[Chorus:]
We ready (What, what)
We ready (What, what)
We ready (We ready, we ready)
For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
For y'all (We ready, we ready)
[Archie:]
Ain't no question bout who the best
Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through ya chest
You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed
And I'm a take him out the game y'all
It ain't no thang y'all
You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
The game's raw, boy please believe it
Keep your bible with you cause you gon' be needin' Jesus
Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
And Archie ain't gon' stop droppin' shit
I'm a make a million dollars then stand on the top of it
Rockin' it, till the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame
[Hook x2]
[Rasheeda:]
Who came to crank this bitch up like a new Lac (Lac)
It be that diva Rasheeda, so holla back (back)
We crackin on these niggas switch,
Hatin on them snitches (snitches)
And in the mean time playa I be stackin riches, (riches)
I switch positions
Now it's Phat boy and D-LO
And we ain't ready for you nigga's commin throught the door
I told ya'll once before boy ain't no I in teams (teams)
Now ATL will know Rasheeda, now what chu mean (now what you chu mean)
I got my enemy in sight and my target locked
Man fuck these busters, Kurt pull it and let em drop (and let em drop)
I'm off da meter pull the heater from out my purse (purse)
And break these niggas off somthin pullin up their skirts (skirts)
I leave the game hurt WHAT!
[Hook x2]
[Archie:]
You ain't ready for us, cause you ain't ready for me
Courtney B chop and knock a nigga down to his knees
Stay as crunk as can be
Who keeps it crunker than we
Nobody that's why we comin throwin bows and them knees
See our foes and they freeze
They be some suckas at heart
We ready for what you bringin so we bust ya apart
You bustas ain't hard, stack em up and knockin em down
Another cop in the ground, boy, who stoppin me now
Choppin em down, see how quick you drop to the ground
Playin to be raw with ya ball likes to knock you around
I done twisted up the game, there's a knot in it now
And if you didn't see it comin, Phat Boy lockin it down

[Chorus:]
I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl(yep) I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl (yep) I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl(yep) Take money money take money money money. I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl (yep) I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl(yep) I'm that type of girl I'm that I'm that type of girl (yep) make money money make money money money.
[Verse 1:]
Rasheeda bout the bisay money make me crisay
Lifestyle extravagent gotta stay pizade
Rock big shizades Chanels and dem Diors
Suckas with no money we just call dem broke hizoes
All about the paypa certified banka
Call me betty crocker cause they always gotta cake her
Some might hate her cause she gon' take ya hit chu' for your money make you feel like I raped cha' (yep)
Got that rat money dealas stay stacked money
Frontin bout what chu got boy put up your trap money
See this check here it will show you were you lack money
Limits on my card will put you in a smash homey
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Posted in the kisay gettin my grown woman on the way he lick dem lips I know he give that Georgia Dome
Money in the buildin I'm talkin big bricks and I see he like to trick it off on a chick
Stacks on deck make an ugly boy look good and his ice real bright and he ride real good(good)
I can look pass that I'm a take money money from ya just like dat (yep)
Gotta get mine no time for the drama so don't approach me if you still livin with cho mama (mama) And I don't mean no disrespect but I don't fool with dem boys who be livin check to check(yep)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Ay Ay I'm the type of gul who want it all I'm the type of gul who could show you how to ball I'm the type of gul you wanna take to ya mama house tha type of gul who could show you how to work it out
I'm the type of gul to make a man change his life leave all dem otha guls and make me his wife I'm the type of gul who gon ride when you need one the type of gul you wanna chew all of my bubblegum (yep)

He wanna see me bend over, bend bend bend over, bend bend bend over
And touch my toes [x4]
Them boys in the club always looking for a blockhead
Y'all the same ones givin' up non-stop
So get it right before you step to me rugged
I like them brands, betta rip on them cookies
I gotta have that dough
I like the hit [? ] cause I'm a jazzy... (girl)
This fit that I'm fittin' cost more than them 24s
If you gotta ask, you can't afford what it's hittin' for
I change rides more than some of y'all change clothes
It's so hot, but yet the wrists is so cold.
One to the head, two more to get me loose
Once I hit the floor you can blame it on the Grey Goose
He wanna see me bend over, bend bend bend over, bend bend bend over
And touch my toes [x4]
Antique jeans with the stones on the booty
Ghetto fabulous in the club, give it to me
I like to lean and pop, I like to jig and stop
It take a lot to get this bunny to hop
Got 'em lined up like [? ]
My bank account on the rise, like Wal-Mart stock
Boys get it straight, I know you wanna see me touch my toes
With this mini skirt on, I can strike a fine pose
He droolin' at the mouth like he 4 months old
Here's a teethin' ring to bite, just to keep your grill closed
One thing for certain, two things for sho
I know you wanna see me do my thing on the floor
He wanna see me bend over, bend bend bend over, bend bend bend over
And touch my toes [x4]
He all in my ear sayin' I look like a model
Steady poppin' game when he should be buyin' bottles
I ain't a golddigger boy, but I got needs
I'm on some presidential shit and I ain't talkin' bout trees
Girls in my hood like boys with fat pockets
Straight drop game, and he know how to lock it
The new R-class benz, he already knew it
I ain't gotta ask for it, he just do it do it do it
I know what real money look like, and you ain't
Girl, don't never touch them toes 'til you verify the bank
Bottom line, if you wanna play with these toys
Do away with the games and bring the damn noise
He wanna see me bend over, bend bend bend over, bend bend bend over

[Chorus:]
We can get it on
Let's take it slow
Don't know where this may go
I'm so out of control
Why you rushin me actin like you lovin me
Bottom line you just trynna get yoself on top of me
[Verse 1:]
Why you movin so fast
I just wanna take it slow
Let's get to know eachotha boy
I ain't with that hit and go
You say you want a relationship
Then shawty we can take our time
I don't wanna feel no pressure
Let's not rush it let just keep it tight
[Chorus:]
We can get it on
Let's take it slow
Don't know where this may go
I'm so out of control
Why you rushin me actin like you lovin me
Bottom line you just trynna get yoself on top of me
[Verse 2:]
You say you down why you trippin
Cause most of ya'll still runnin game
Flexin like you got it mann
I see ya'll fools rockin them fake chains
Off up in the club trynna get on anythang
I be damn if I'm the one you play
I got to know that what we got legit
Until then I won't rush into shiit
[Chorus:]
We can get it on
Let's take it slow
Don't know where this may go
I'm so out of control
Why you rushin me actin like you lovin me
Bottom line you just trynna get yoself on top of me
[Verse 3:]
Let me find out you got some baby mommas
Or you really live with yo girlfriend
I can't be fallin for that okey doke
Actin single when this yo otha crib
The only way for me to know the truth
Is if we work it at a steady paste
If you a G like you say you is
Then we can take this thang all the way
[Chorus:]
We can get it on
Let's take it slow
Don't know where this may go
I'm so out of control
Why you rushin me actin like you lovin me

Hahahahaha...
Oh we better have some fun with this one, Frost, okay?
This is just entertainment, people
Y'all ready for this?
Okay
[Chorus: x2]
Take 'em to the bank, take 'em, take 'em to the bank
Take 'em to the bank, take 'em, take 'em to the bank
You actin Hollywood like yo ass don't stank
Don't hesitate, take 'em, take 'em to the bank
[Verse 1: Rasheeda]
Get in where you fit in, hit him where it hurts
Sometimes it's all about gettin what you deserve
That deadbeat baby daddy shit is for the birds
Givin years of your life and gettin nothin in return?
But stop, all my ladies, can you feel me?
Some we give the benefit, and some we drain empty
Why you think Kim keep havin little Diddy?
If she gotta cash a check she gon' get plenty
Got a question how to get it, better ask Shaq wife
She know how to stash, she know how to give advice
But don't cause too much drama
Or you gon' end up like 50 Cent baby mama
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Rasheeda]
Okay, I gotta take my hat off to Russell
He put Kimora on a multi-million dollar hustle
Speakin of that hustle, the mama ain't trust her
I wonder what that girl Tameka gon' do with Usher (Yeah now)
I heard somebody 'bout to get T-Pain (Shortay)
Now is it me or do Janet got mo' than Jermaine? (Y'all know what this is)
Can't forget about Trina and Lil Wayne (Weezy baby)
She got him for some change and a 12 carat ring
Nelly tried to give Ashanti Brass Knuckles, she ain't want 'em
She rather walk away ownin half of Apple Bottoms (Dirrty)
6 years down, 7 'bout to come up
I wonder if Jay and B signed a pre-nup (It's your boy)
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Rasheeda]
Check it out, just in case your situation different
You better watch out for how Bobby did Whitney
Or Kevin did Britney or J.Lo and Chris
I ain't down with that pay-a-man-alimony shit
Look at Bob J, the first black man with a billion
He had to give his ex-wife 400 million
I bet that's why Oprah ain't marry Stedman
She ain't 'bout to give up half of what she been gettin
It could be a secret like Mariah and Cannon
Hold your money tight cause he still a adolescent
They wasn't lyin when they said we got a secret weapon
That made me realize bein a woman is a blessin

This shit was all I knew, you and me only, I did it all for you, still you were lonely,
If we could have worked it out, but I guess things change,
It's funny how someone else's success brings pain,
When you're no longer involved and that person has it all
And your just stuck standing there...
I'm gon need you to say somethin baby,
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby,
Say somethin baby, heyyy say somethin baby ohh
[Nivea:]
Wish I could pull you out the game, cause it's the thing that made you change,
It ain't the money honey, lend me some money honey,
Thought I was your heart before your black card,
You told the world about me but you forgot about me,
Is it somethin you forgot cause I'm makin it my adamas watch
And it's beatin like my heart goin tic toc, tic toc
Baby look what u done done got me singin this song
[Nivea: Chorus]
This shit was all I knew, you and me only, I did it all for you, still you were lonely,
If we could have worked it out, but I guess things change,
It's funny how someone else's success brings pain,
When you're no longer involved and that person has it all
And your just stuck standing there...
I'm gon need you to say somethin baby,
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby,
Say somethin baby, heyyy say somethin baby ohh
[Rasheeda:]
Yo I been grindin so long tryna reach the top of mount I want it all
Rememberin the days window shoppin at the mall
Now I walk in the store blow the wistle and ball
This ain't the picture I painted this is not a warhol
You was supposed to ride with me but you so far gone
Used to be my biggest fan when I was comin up
Then when I blew up u act like I ain't do enough (damn)
I know I'm not home everynight I'm dream chasin shoes laced up extra tight
If anybody understood probably would be you, told me to sacrifice do what I got to do
I never thought this meant sacrificing you, did all this hard labor thinkin we'd enjoy the fruits
I could move on but you still gotta piece of me, when you gonna realize I did this for you and me
[Chorus: Nivea]
This shit was all I knew, you and me only, I did it all for you, still you were lonely,
If we could have worked it out, but I guess things change,
It's funny how someone else's success brings pain,
When you're no longer involved and that person has it all
And your just stuck standing there...
I'm gon need you to say somethin baby,
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby
Say say somethin baby, say somethin baby,

He better answer this phone
What lie he gon come up with this time
Pff yeah it figures
Whatever I'm through
[Kalenna:]
Boy, pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin these streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let these tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(She can deal with the drama I'm
through with you)
Boy, pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin the streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let these tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(Let her deal with the drama I'm through
with you)
[Rasheeda:]
Sometime love feels so good
Sometime love feels so great
Sometime love turns to hate
That's when it's all gone and it's just too
late
I thought you was different from them
other dudes
I've tried so hard to hold on with you
Yep I admit it I played a fool
I even let you slip by with a lie or two
See I was your chic I ride for you
If I can't get down to it I ride for you
It took a little time for me to shake you
Contemplating on ways I should break
you off
Boy pack yo bags, take your game
Go with them lies you ain't gon change
I thought what we had together was so
strong
But there are pictures on my phone that
prove me so wrong
[Kalenna:]
Boy pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin these streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let this tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(She can deal with the drama I'm
through with you)
Boy pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin the streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let this tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(Let and deal with the drama I'm through
with you)
[Rasheeda:]
Let a slide with the business trips
Got a name of a credit card slip
Man, why you're going out like this
I've never thought I'd have to deal with
this
I look back and it all makes sense
Late night hanging out with ya boys
So now you're too drunk to drive home
from the club
Why you didn't call me I would scooped
you up
But you're sendin out all my calls and
voice mails
Where your blackberry at – you get my e-
mails
Now you're gonna sit here lie in my face
Shoulda cheated on you and gave you a
daze
But I didn't do that I thought real love
was better than all that
You the reason women think me ain't
shit
You'll never find another real chic like
this
[Kalenna:]
Boy pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin the streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let this tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(She can deal with the drama I'm
through with you)
Boy pack ya bags
See you ain't gotta sneak and creep
I'm a let you keep runnin these streets
I ain't bout to have you stressing me
See how good she gon love you
When you let this tricks get the best of
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(Let and deal with the drama I'm through
with you)
Pack ya bags... sneak and creep... runnin
this streets... stressin me
See how good she gon love you, when
you let this tricks get the best of you...