Lyrics:
the thoughts of a child her arrival
Into womanhood was heemed up by her survival
Now she 25, barely grown out her own
Doin' whatever it takes strippin', workin'
like you
[Chorus:]
[Babyface]
Yo' get her love and much respect
Even if she's got man
Ghetto, player you must understand
That's you baby's momma
to your heart
Awh shit here we go again
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
When you met her
She was right so thick
Something better then a wife, no glitch
She
got pregnant she broke up with me
She packed all her bags and drove back to Boise
She said she still loved me but needed her family
And I was like,
Dem Bands on her
Man she got Dem Bands boy she got Dem Bands
And she don't need no man 'cus she got her
Own house, and she got her own car
And she got
Phone ring, girl's name I'm feeling right
She say she on her way over, Imma lay the pipe
Let me clean up the apartment, got it smelling nice
New
need no relationship we just fuckin shock
She got her own bread shawty school me in a drop
Her mama on some day curls her brother got them blocks
Not that hard BMC
Haha, Queen
You know what it is (wouh)
She walk in like the Queen and she got her own Queendom (ouh yeah)
I see you
She claim don't
Big Ill
Later on that night at the arena
I seen her, tryin' to get backstage between the
Niggaz I was wit and the security, she didn't
Lookin'
and this nun could speak English and I said to her “What’s, why are they not?”… she said “We’ve got nothing, we’ve got no bandages, we’ve got nothing.” Well,
and Noble, yeah
And she a real good girl
A real wholesome girl
Got good credit
Yo, you know she got a tiger?
Real good credit
So
Don't let her pass you by
that I done wrote
Cause they gon follow me down the lines that left me woke
I kiss a song inside her ear, she sings the note
She got that ammo, she
who she seeing, who she screwing
That's not yo bitch
So let her do her own thang, let her fuck with the gang, let her pop it off the drank
That's not yo
me
I was starin at the ¡MAYDAY! tattoo on her cleavage
She also had a Tech N9ne tat on her ass cheek vasoline
She say she just got it done last
by dollar sign she already got it mane
Rock her some designer shit she got that wit pocket change
Yea we know she smart boy
Such a work of art boy
Body
I heard she got her own
Heard she drive a Beemer and she got it on her own
Heard she was a dreamer but she sleeping all alone
I just wanna meet
xannies got me sleepy and I still be rolling up the sticky
Timmy turner baby sitter Vickey, get her out her Vicky's, she leave me with Hickeys
I hustle like
' appetizer, yo just her and me
Oh, she's on tonight, the baddest in the club
I grab that ass when she give me a hug cause
I know she got it
'Cause she
' appetizer, yo just her and me
Oh, she's on tonight, the baddest in the club
I grab that ass when she give me a hug cause
I know she got it
'Cause she
the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all
with my car you got it fixed on your own
Went stripping at the club to pay the shit that I won’t
found a woman who does, cause she had did what I don’t
play around
Cover much grounds
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think
Pay tuition on her own
Tell them bitches this yo song
Turn it up before the speakers say (okay)
I got my own everything so we relate
To each other, that
get away yo
Than this here's for ya
If you ever lost a good
One and felt all alone
Let her slip away and got left on your own
If you know she was
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