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Do It Again
Stroke 9

Date Added: 2004-12-21 08:15:03

[lil' kim]
See it's two type of bitches in the world, heh
Ya got a broke bitch
You got a rich bitch
That would explain what i am
And what my girl, missy is
We the rich mutha fuckin' bee-itches

That's right
And then you got a bitch like me
Who just stand above all bitches
That excludes my girl missy, mary, you knowumsayin'?
But y'all know what the fuck i mean
I'm the queen bitch, that's right mutha fucka, what?
Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me
A mutha' fucka' ain't takin' my title
Or my girl missy title
Or my girl mary title, what?
That's right

See only bitches like us
Is allowed to play a game of chess
You see, a real queen needs a king
You damn mutha' fuckin' right
I don't want a nigga laying up under me
That can't do for me
What i can't do for my mutha' fuckin' self

So when y'all see me in the street?
This is what i want y'all to do
Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say
Say it along, say it along now, say
"she's a bitch"

[missy]
I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor
He was lookin' at my ass and i turned him on
I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular phone
I looked at him and all he could say was
Damn baby, bring it on
I talk shit but i come through like a storm
I keep my piece so sweet, yeah nice and warm
And all he could feel, was this love baby

I don't give a fuck
About what they think, what they say
They can call me a freak
Call me anything they wanna name
I don't give a
I don't give a

I just wanna take him home
Take him to the house then turn him out
He aint' checkin' for you

I don't give a fuck
About what they think, what they say
They can call me a freak
Call me anything they wanna name
I don't give a
I don't give a

I just wanna take him home
Take him to the house then turn him out
He aint' checkin' for you


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