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1. _ That's What I'm Looking For
(brat) hey jd why you always be saying oh (oh)
Is that like frozen shit?
You just walk in and say oh shit
Bounce to this, come on
Where my rag wearing soldiers at?
That love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
That's what i'm looking for
They know just what i want and need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
And when it's time to go down
They ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what i'm looking for
Where my roley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done they do it
That's what i'm looking for
The ball all night type
Frontin' screaming thug life
That's the type of nigga i like
That's what i'm looking for
Uh i get high, get mine
I like a thug in my life to get by
This is why i spit shine the pussy
Till it get tight and
Body he push me over to the other side
If he act right he can hit it from behind
And we can bump all night till we reach a climax
Make sure you leave a phat sack for brat
Till you come back for more
Six pack surrounding my belly hole it's tight
You ain't gotta tell me so
So def is the way that i flow
Made to blow, made to hold
Unfadable, capable to save your hoe
Wherever i go, stack dough
I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke
If its time to lick of shots he don't choke
Even know how to flip coke
And ready to let the punches blow
For the show stopper, this is for the know nadas
Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name
They follow me when i hop in the range
And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have nigga yawning
You think he fucking with sean
Weed pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the baller all night
Tough i like it
I admit it when he charming me
Where my rag wearing soldiers at?
That love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
That's what i'm looking for
They know just what i want and need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
And when it's time to go down
They ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what i'm looking for
Where my rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done they do it
That's what i'm looking for
The ball all night type
Frontin' screaming thug life
That's the type of nigga i like
(show me something nigga)
That's what i'm looking for
Stretch out your arms
Flip out your wrists
Let me see what to hit for
I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock
When we stepping in the door we killing |
2. _ Big Momma's Theme
[jermaine](destiny's child)
Yo new york in da house
(do, do, do, do...)
Brooklyn in da house
Uptown in da house
Chi town in da house
Atlanta, georgia are you in da house?
West coast in da house
Vita
Everybody in da house
Baby, baby come on
Baby come on
[vita]
Yo, yo, yo who that be?
V-i-t-a
Big momma lady murders away
We play twenty-four hours a day
Mind on money twenty-four hours a day
It's hard to say or tell
When there's love in the air
So i continue to be miss dawg of the year
And take care of my peeps when the streets is hot
You need a place to stay just pull out the cot
And i swerve in the two-door car without no shotgun
Driver took 'em lukewarm to hot like lava
I not one that's forgotten
There's a lot of haters that be hatin' for nothing
With their hand out waitin' for something
Chick like me i waits for nothin'
Put in work till the cake come in
So breathe easy whenever you need me
Just yell, v-i-t-a know it well
1 - [destiny's child]
This is big momma's house
We ain't gon take no poppin' off at the mouth
This is big momma's house
Those that get a chance to dance
They get turned out
This is big momma's house
One night spent here
Have you climbing up the wall
This is big momma's house
We ain't gonna take no mess at all
[da brat]
You know how da brat-tat get
The dough stack what?
Ready for combat get your head cracked
What?
Could cook a steak up and dice that paper
Chop it up like onions to add that flavor
I'm fresh even your mami wish i was her seed
I rip a hole in the track as it bleed
I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the heat
Obviously it's evident i can't be beat, what?
I strut in dem thirty-eight jeans or the fitted ones
Either way you still wanna split something
Could it be the curves in the waist? (what?)
Or could it be the suburban i push when i swerve through the place
(uh) got the nerve to not be able to be replaced (yeah)
Haters can't tap in cause i can't be traced (uh)
This my house, don't speak until spoken to
Disrespect me and i'm choking you what?
Repeat 1
[jermaine](destiny's child)
No uh come on
(do, do, do, do...)
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Repeat 1 (2x)
[destiny's child]
No, no!
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