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Da Brat
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Gotta Thing for You
Lyricist:Bobby Caldwell, Shawntae Harris, L T Hutton, Alfons Kettner
My dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me but I know you very well So let me tell about Da Brat-ta-ta ta 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 these luscious sa-sa-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 non-believers charming all the people They call it the life of leisure I'm preaching what I'm speaking You said that you still seeing So please believe it you needin' The B to the muthafucking R A T
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, y'all, hey now Niggers showing me love, y'all, hey now I wrap for my thugs, y'all, hey now Especially my niggers, they got the ooh
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Silk panties at the moment but I'm sport cotton But Jeanie's dreamin' of Jeanie will blink me to Scotty So he can beam me pump adrenaline onto my blood stream
Proceed extremely with caution, I'm probably gleaming 'Cause 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 off this game I can't let go off this fame But for sure before I go You niggers gonna know my name
I'm in the shit, 'cause I'm so doogie, one in a million Cop a Brazzillion for the coochie that rides smoothly Pass the doobie, the dutchie, rudely interrupted Your regularly scheduled program, I throw down and bust it
And there ain't no hoe around touching me I'm sharper than cutlery, I slice niggers to itty bitty pieces Dice them to [Incomprehensible]
I'm steppin' in the club now y'all, hey now Niggers showing me love y'all, hey now I wrap for my thugs, y'all, hey now Especially my niggers, they got the ooh
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
You know, you know You know, you know You know, you know You know, you know And I can't let it go
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