SARAI - 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
Aint nothin he could do for you that he cant do
What Im supposed to go, Ooh, cause he rollin on
22s
No, Im aint one of those after-show h**s
And if you dont know I gots my own dough
I only need you for companionship
Well, you could keep your chips, aint 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
Dont 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 its 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)

Thats right, you got to beat it, boy
All the blizzy-blizzy blah, I aint hearin it, boy
I get ya, get ya what youre askin for
Now dont be blowin up my celly cause your own
ignore
Aint 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 aight
Imma 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 Imma keep it tight
Till I burst under pressure when my temperature rise
Im on the womens pride, feel me right
So its-its-its 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 dont 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
Yall know how that love thing go
How your mind in a bind goin out of control
Be careful fore you take that road
Think its a, its a game, but that thang aint 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
Dont be scare-scare-scared, kick that boy to the curb

gonna classified ads (Pack ya bags)
gonna 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
gonna 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)

gonna the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
gonna the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags
gonna kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)
Get out (Just pack ya bags)

gonna classified ads (Pack ya bags)
gonna the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
gonna the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)
Get out (Just pack ya bags)


[Thanks to Jarjar727@aol.com for these lyrics]





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