Gotta Thing For You

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 complexion

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 hese 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 niggas have become feens

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 shit you ain't used to seeing

So please believe it you needin'

The B to the muthafucking R A T

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

Niggas showing me love ya'll

Hey now

I rap for my thugs ya'll, hey now

Especially my niggas,

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 blood stream