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Mercedes F/ Master P, Ms. Peaches Miscellaneous It's Your Thing Mercedes, (Peaches) talking Hello? (May I speak to Mercedes?) Yeah, this me. (Is JaQuon over there?) Who? (JaQuon) Oh. Verse 1L (Mercedes) Let me tell you about your baby daddy Waking me up early in the morning, we gone and How you know he's creeping with me How you think I know you get off of work around three I suppose you want to sit and chat Probably wondering where your man is at So why you keep on sweating me, testing me When it's truly plain to see where he wanna be Right here next to me Chorus: (Mercedes, Peaches) It's your thing, do what you wanna do Me and you come all over we can do this thang (What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh) It's your thing, do what you wanna do Me and you come all over we can do this thang (What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh) Verse 2: (Master P) Me tell no lies, yeah I like to ride Keep your eyes on the prize, tell your homegirls don't cry Say uhhh when you get it, I'm a solider when I hit it Hoody hooo when I get it, I told you wasn't no limit At four circle, I'm a V-12, girl can't you tell I'll rock your bells from eight to twelve Make you want like a dog, my name below your drawers I know you want it all, ha ha ha ha, but don't fall Chorus: It's your thing, do what you wanna do Me and you come all over we can do this thang (What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh) It's your thing, do what you wanna do Me and you come all over we can do this thang (What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh) Verse 3: (Mercedes) Let me tell you about your baby daddy Waking me up early in the morning, we gone and How you know he's creeping with me How you think I know you get off of work around three I suppose you want to sit and chat Probably wondering where your man is at So why you keep on sweating me, testing me It's truly plain to see where he wanna be Right here next to me Peaches: Ohhh ohhh ohhh Ohhh ohhh ohhh Ohhh ohhh ohhh You got me twisted callin me about your man You got me twisted callin me about your man Master P talking: You got me twisted girl. Talkin bout goin on Jerry Springer. Huh, don't hate the player baby, hate the game. Matter of fact, why don't yall put these boxing gloves on. I know you just got your nails and your hair done. But uh, whoever win, it's your thing boo. Ha, that's what I'm talkin bout |
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