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Mariah Carey - Got A Thing 4 You Paroles
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Got A Thing 4 You
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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...
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