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