Текст песни Queen Pen f Miss Jones - Ghetto Divorce
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Yeah, so I guess by the time you get this kite, I`ll be ghost, right?Yup, check it[Verse 1]For too many years, I had yo backAnd for too many years, you gave me slackTell me, what did you thinkThat I was a idiot?Or, how many years you thought i`d take yo shitI`m out, I`m leavin you wit the whips and the cribsIn exchange for the kids, and my happinessGhetto divorce, how real is this?And oh yeah, tell you side bitch she _In Like Flint_I left enough food to last until the weekendsAnd when its all gone, go eat wit your friendsSince thats, who you cherish, more then meThe one who carried every last one of your seedsThe one who did a bid for you when you copped one and threeThe one who was on yo side when you copped yo first kiMe and you kid, we was meant to beWho`d think that the streets will make you flip on Queen(Chorus: Repeat 2x, Miss Jones)I`m doin my thang, I`m movin onYou won`t appreciate a real bitch till shes goneNever mind the drama and don`t bother callin meYou`ll never find a woman that looked out like me[Verse 2]For, many years concentrated on youLost focus on myself, seperated from my crewAllowed you to drain down, my soul slowlyI`d rather be in the projectsThen stress and luxeriesSo they`re for I`m leavin you wit all yo iceThat shit wasn`t worth bein alone at nightThat shit wasn`t worth worryin if you was alrightSo ignorant, you never knew your wrongs from your rightsNever understood it was always about the respectNot about bein yo main chick wit begettes on my neckNot about bein me bein the baddest bitch in the hottest whipIt was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard(Chorus: Repeat 2x)I`m doin my thang, I`m movin onYou won`t appreciate a real bitch till shes goneNever mind the drama and don`t bother callin meYou`ll never find a woman who looked out like meI`m doin my thang, I`m movin onYou won`t appreciate a real bitch till shes goneNever mind the drama hang yo lame apologyYou`ll never find a woman who looked out like me[Verse 3]True I, made the choice to a wife to a thugBut you gotta understand, at first it was about the loveBut now, I don`t know who the fuck you areI thought I never say "I miss"when the times was hardWhen all I had was you, and you had meInstead of pushin big boys, we was pushin our feetsI never shitted on you, stricly loyaltyI lived how you lived, by the codes of the streetsBut you broke that son, when you flipped out on meYou`ll never find another chick that`ll hold you down like QueenNever, another chick that`ll help you grip yo bricksNever, another chick will love you without yo chipsTha`ll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a sixYou gon miss me when I`m goneP.S. it was real kidUh huh, Miss Jones break it downhow you feel about this[Chorus until fade]