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Sarai Miscellaneous Pack Ya Bags Yeah Okay Uh You see a woman got to do what a woman got to do If your man keep on trippin’ then you need to cut him loose Ain’t nothin’ he could do for you that he can’t do What I’m supposed to go, “Ooh”, ‘cause he rollin’ on 22s No, I’m ain’t one of those after-show h**s And if you don’t know I gots my own dough I only need you for companionship Well, you could keep your chips, ain’t no sponsorship I just need you to keep your lips between my hips That girl Sarai is a silly chick But on the really tip, I got benefits This independent chick and anything I want I gets Don’t even try me with those player scripts, I know the game Actin’ like you big money, but really small change Boy, please stay up out of my face You see it’s men like you that make us ladies say Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags) Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags) Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags) Get out (Just pack ya bags) Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags) Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags) Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags) Get out (Just pack ya bags) That’s right, you got to beat it, boy All the blizzy-blizzy blah, I ain’t hearin’ it, boy I get ya, get ya what you’re askin’ for Now don’t be blowin’ up my celly ‘cause your own ignore Ain’t no more walkin’ through my door Now come and get your, get your s*** off my porch And I know you hear the hurt in my voice But I had no choice, you made me do it by force But you know your girl gon’ be a’ight I’mma keep on movin’, keep my head up high Probably chilly-chilly-chill till the time is right That I feely-feely-feel I need a man in my life But for now I’mma keep it tight Till I burst under pressure when my temperature rise I’m on the women’s pride, feel me right So it’s-it’s-it’s that ladies night Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags) Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags) Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags) Get out (Just pack ya bags) Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags) Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags) Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags) Get out (Just pack ya bags) You got to gizzy-go ‘Cause I don’t want you bein’ in my life no more I shoulda told you long time ago But my mind was sayin’ yes and my heart said no Ya’ll know how that love thing go How your mind in a bind goin’ out of control Be careful ‘fore you take that road Think it’s a, it’s a game, but that thang ain’t no joke Let it be known if you see somethin’ wrong ‘Cause understandin’ that-that help you out in the long You got to, got to, got to come on strong And make him, make him, make him want to leave you alone And put that on every-everything I love Don’t be scare-scare-scared, kick that boy to the curb Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags) Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags) Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags) Get out (Just pack ya bags) Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags) Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags) Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags) Get out (Just pack ya bags) Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags) Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags) Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags) Get out (Just pack ya bags) Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags) Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags) Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags) Get out (Just pack ya bags) |
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