Mariah Carey "Got A Thing 4 You" |
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 complxion 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 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 @#%$ 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... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |