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| Da Brat Anutha Tantrum (explicit) Ghetto Love I had some problems That no one could seem to solve them But you had the answer You told me to take a chance And learn the ways of love, my baby And all that it has to offer.. You told me your secret love won't let you down Ohh allll my love baby... Da brat: Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change Between you and your boo. Put a hold on me ever since i held you What compelled you to be my nigga Besides passion and love You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust Fuck the others, none of them compare to us And under covers you my muthafucka nigga, When you stickin my stuff You laid pipe unlike any other plumber Took me shoppin all day and at night, you kept me cummin. Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak. Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights Caught a case, cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much. And it's a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch But as the days keep passin, keep it actin with stacks of letters Hit you so you don't forget us When you'd rather not be livin in the cella Hella muthafuckas want your occupation But they can keep pacin, cuz i'm gonna be waitin on my baby... Chorus: T-boz: And all this love, is waiting for you My baby... sweet darling... And all this love is waiting for you Da brat: Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down As long as you can hang, i'm-a be around Da brat: Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word That you was soft, braggin he collecting your cheese, And pissing me the fuck off. The first thought of committing a felony never left I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an l, Just the little things you do with the bigger ones i Saw better sl 500s colorful gucci sweaters and leathers Diamond letters girl you broke, i saved the sugar for you Keep the business runnin, droppin off keys in cancun Cash rules, and you remain to be the king of my throne Position taken, flippin calender pages till you get home Wanna blast your boy for snatchin up my happiness But i regret what'll happen to this dollar foundation If i'm incarcerated Too you can make it through, we bail on the jealous Who tell us the opposite of that, Forever you and brat I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame So i'm waitin with open arms to rekindle the flame... Chorus (x3) |
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