Текст песни Sarai - Pack Ya Bags
Sarai - Pack Ya Bags слова песни
YeahOkayUhYou see a woman got to do what a woman got to doIf your man keep on trippin then you need to cut himlooseAint nothin he could do for you that he cant doWhat Im supposed to go, Ooh, cause he rollin on22sNo, Im aint one of those after-show h**sAnd if you dont know I gots my own doughI only need you for companionshipWell, you could keep your chips, aint no sponsorshipI just need you to keep your lips between my hipsThat girl Sarai is a silly chickBut on the really tip, I got benefitsThis independent chick and anything I want I getsDont even try me with those player scripts, I knowthe gameActin like you big money, but really small changeBoy, please stay up out of my faceYou see its men like you that make us ladies sayHere 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, boyAll the blizzy-blizzy blah, I aint hearin it, boyI get ya, get ya what youre askin forNow dont be blowin up my celly cause your ownignoreAint no more walkin through my doorNow come and get your, get your s*** off my porchAnd I know you hear the hurt in my voiceBut I had no choice, you made me do it by forceBut you know your girl gon be aightImma keep on movin, keep my head up highProbably chilly-chilly-chill till the time is rightThat I feely-feely-feel I need a man in my lifeBut for now Imma keep it tightTill I burst under pressure when my temperature riseIm on the womens pride, feel me rightSo its-its-its that ladies nightHere 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-goCause I dont want you bein in my life no moreI shoulda told you long time agoBut my mind was sayin yes and my heart said noYall know how that love thing goHow your mind in a bind goin out of controlBe careful fore you take that roadThink its a, its a game, but that thang aint nojokeLet it be known if you see somethin wrongCause understandin that-that help you out in thelongYou got to, got to, got to come on strongAnd make him, make him, make him want to leave youaloneAnd put that on every-everything I loveDont be scare-scare-scared, kick that boy to the curbHere 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)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)