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All My Bitches (Explicit Version) Da Brat

Where my bitches at? Where is all my bitches at?

Chi Town (Explicit Version) Da Brat

coke tail here The crack head deals in my daddy And all he seem to dream about is bad ass habits The gun shots scream loud So I soak the radio from upstairs to outside the house With the extended cord

Fuck You (Explicit Version) Da Brat

Uh, uh, uh I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck It's ain't my fault if he looking You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause Every time I come near All he do is stare And I can see it

Back Up (Explicit Version) (Feat. Ja Rule) Da Brat

bounce) [Da Brat] (JD) If you can feel it in your back (Baby) It's the sounds of the motherfuckin' Brat (Baby) In the corner passing blunts, sippin' Yack (Baby) And if you must play the game Then gamble

What'chu Like (Explicit Version) (Feat. Tyrese) Da Brat

All night long (All night long) [Da Brat] I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian with Good conversation plenty big faces It's a must I stay luxurious Jewelry cut precision like I bust Been winnin

Hands In The Air (Explicit Version) (Feat. Mystikal) Da Brat

In fact, I knew how watch when I back the Coupe out Can niggas just troop out The same way they do when I show you Brat With a little bit of boobs out And her big ass protrude out Get the news out Some

High Come Down (Explicit Version) (Feat. LaTocha Scott & Trey Lorenz) Da Brat

[JD] Yeah, yeah come on (Baby you make my) Yeah, yeah come on Yeah, yeah come on (Baby you make my) Yeah, yeah come on [Da Brat] Each day I come in, it's always somethin' Don't stress me, I'm paid like

Breeve On Em (Explicit Version) (Feat. 22) Da Brat

[Da Brat] I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it locked Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas I came to make y'all freak one another I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin' We keep watching

Intro (Explicit Version) (Feat. Millie Jackson & Twista) Da Brat

FUCK YOU if you can't go for that And a double fuck you from Da Brat-a-tat-tat Let it ALL hang loose, never feelin afflicted! Go for what you want and it's called..

Pink Lemonade (Explicit Version) (Feat. Debra Killings) Da Brat

Chorus: Cool, refreshing cool, (ooh ooh) It taste best with you Add that sugar baby in my pink lemonade [Da Brat] If ya thirstay I could possibly slide down your throat If you work may let's say we skip

Gangsta Bitches (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Da Brat, Trina) Eve

[Da Brat] get yo' ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah [COUGH] Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at?

We Ready (Explicit Version) (Feat. JD & Lil Jon) Da Brat

[Da Brat] You know its So So Def Cause I'm the B to the R-A T the most eligible bitch today And these niggas wanna ride with a dime like me They say they like the way the system pound in my jeep I got

All My Bitches da brat

All My Bitches Where my bitches at? Where is all my bitches at?

Mind Blowin' (Album Version) Da Brat

Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands To the niggas in the back clap your hands And to the bitches in the front with the blunts its time to dance So get your ass up out your seats And

Fa All Y'All (Album Version) Da Brat

It's Da Brat-tat-tat-tat bustin out on that ass Fa All Y'all, Fa All Y'all hey hey hey (you don't hear me, though) Who's that makin that funky noise?

What's On Ya Mind (Explicit Version) (Feat. 22, LaTocha Scott & Trey Lorenz) Da Brat

(da brat) Di di di da di di di da di day I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way Day to day you think of me Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to smoke and drink with me The

Come And Get Some (Album Version) Da Brat

Get down... ain't no room to mess around When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack Ta- dow now

That's What I'm Looking For (LP Version) Da Brat

Brat) Hey JD why you always be saying oh (oh) Is that like frozen shit? You just walk in and say oh shit Bounce to this, come on Where my rag wearing soldiers at?

Fire It Up (Album Version) Da Brat

My day starts out light, But ends up very heavy as the night approach, When I take float from all that smoke that I smoked, No joke, as I commence to take flight, It's gotta be first class cause this ass

Chi Town da brat

coke tail here The crack head deals in my daddy And all he seem to dream about is bad ass habits The gun shots scream loud So I soak the radio from upstairs to outside the house With the extended

Back Up da brat

Back Up [Da Brat] (JD) This a test (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh This ain't no test (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh It's the real shit (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh Yeah (Bounce) uh, uh,

Da Shit Ya Can't Fuc Wit (Album Version) Da Brat

sittin' all fat brat tat tat tat (bitch and its like that) Well let me lift you to the sky Just climb aboard the b-r-a-t ride Those with no love i stay about like god Quick to pull ya trigga nigga quick

Ain't No Thang (Album Version) Da Brat

Yo, puttin' down, definition Breakin' motherfuckers off proper like And all y'all motherfuckers know what I mean (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me (Ain't

May Da Funk Be Wit 'Cha (Album Version) Da Brat

Brat and ain't a damn thing soft About me no doubt the B R A T Is all up in that ass for the motherfuckin ninety's So funkdafied who can be this lady Brat westside bustin like a 380 From the top of my

Give It 2 You (Album Version) Da Brat

GIVE IT 2 YOU 1 FOR DA MONEY 2 FOR DA BASS 3 TO GET YA GOIN' CAUSE DA BRAT IN DA PLACE IT'S ME, DA O.G. FUNK BANDIT (WHOSE DAT?)

Hands In Da Air da brat

Hands In Da Air (Da Brat) Niggas always watchin me (funky!) But I want em to keep on watchin me I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)

Hands In The Air Da Brat

Mystikal] [Da Brat] Niggas always watchin me [funky!] But I want em to keep on watchin me I'ma keep give em sumthin to see [smokin!]

Sittin On Top Of The World da brat

Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit Try to take mine to thy

Feel It (Album Version (Explicit)) Timbaland

My head throbbin As I ride in my 3-4-8 mobbin Listen to the buddha brothers 6 to 10 there aint no other Playin my favorite jams On 1-0-3 Jams I got my man Big D, Big Rodney In case somebody want to rob

Lyrical Molestation Da Brat

shit putting your petty torched packaged Pathetically in front of me I suppress I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly In the beginning I was bout it slid in and we write it This shit deplace yall bitches