Lyrics:
daddy used to tell me a lot
Is you ready or not?
Boutta do the impossible
Remember I was charging 30 a pop
For an 8th of the snot
Never caught by
And now you got me movin' tact
Always held it down for real, but you ain't ever have me back
Only way I could move on, is if it's better than my last
Oh oh
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
Baby I don't really care if (I don't care bout you n**** baby)
If you gotta man (that n**** weak) 'cause
baddest thing I done seen in my eyes
You a real queen baby I can recognize
Real shit
Two times cuz she optimistic
She be all about her business never in
Crimson Holiday
Lyrics written by Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson and Chelsi “Om'nira” Clark
Vocals Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson
This is how we do it
Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (countin' racks up)
And like you other
would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}
Now I'm
muthafuckin' sound.
Stand ya ground,
Let em know you the baddest bitch around,
Real shit,
You ain't ever been impressed by a muhfuckin' clown.
cll my real
side not all alone
Baby is a boss knowing cause she grown
Love her for me she got it on her own
I'm just all in my zone
Standing by my side not all alone
'em up for sure, the Ms
When they find out what's in store for them
They gon' know they dad is really him
Just wakin' up in the mornin', gotta thank
lil boys better save up
They be wondering how we is so young
N we turnt
Told em get on your grind
Get your cake up
I ain't got time for the fake love
to help me this is Not the real me
Someone needs to help me this is Not the real me
Baby I've been guilty, baby please Don't leave me
I've been feeling
you're getting out now
I'm not building this group to have you tear it apart
Go ahead and rant and scream and shout
Don't worry, baby, I'll buy you out
Will not mention a name
I'm getting high
Cus I miss the guys
Ain't questioning GOD but this shit is insane
Supposed to be teaching my nigguhs the game
See what if you was a playa, real playa not no flaw
Havin' the very best of life lots of steak and Perignon
Smokin' an ounce of weed and every sin'le
without her permission
Had to match the hats with their uniforms by definition
I put the baseball cap wtih the police uniform thats my edition (Fuck ms
the fifth '
Can't smoke for months, so I'm drinkin' the hen
Betrayed by ones I used to call friends
Hop in a sport and I race to the Ms
Don't fuck with
the mail for ya
who do you trust with your life
who can't wait to be your wife
that is i ms. peaches
the one you loving at night
i'd be the first girl
of columbus, ohio that billy got his notice to report for his induction physical.
Now, believe me, ethell said she wasn't gonna let him go!
"I'm not gonna
the wire (what?)
Let's get a little bit before the whole joint expire
I got to stress it again, this here is for my kin
And all my babies children
Pants, so sexy
Yoga Pants, and all the boys say
Thank God for Yoga Pants!
I see you over there with that thing that's poking out
Baby, I don't know your
To get home
And see your design
Baby crib set up by the wall
Yeah this is fine
If I say I didn't cry
Baby girl I'll be lying
Baby girl you stuck with me
freeze wrist be the same degrees
Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese
Only getting in for free, if you came wit me
Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K
do our own thing
I know, I know, I know, you're not afraid
You said, you said, you said, it's just a game
Baby, baby, baby, it's time for a change,
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