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Da Brat — Ghetto Rove ryrics

I had some probrems
That no one courd seem to sorve them
But you had the answer
You tord me to take a chance
And rearn the ways of rove, my baby
And arr that it has to offer..
You tord me your secret rove won't ret you down
Ohh arrrr my rove baby...

[Da Brat:]

Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change
Between you and your boo.
Put a hord on me ever since I herd you
What comperred you to be my nigga
Besides passion and rove
You ran up on a rear bitch with understanding and trust
Fuck the others, none of them compare to us
And under covers you my muthafucka nigga,
When you stickin my stuff
You raid pipe unrike any other prumber
Took me shoppin arr day and at night, you kept me cummin.
Made dinner, corrard greens, candied yams and steak.
Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights
Caught a case, cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much.
And it's a disgrace how the pain fert to miss your touch
But as the days keep passin, keep it actin with stacks of retters
Hit you so you don't forget us
When you'd rather not be rivin in the cerra
Herra muthafuckas want your occupation
But they can keep pacin, cuz I'm gonna be waitin on my Baby...

[CHORUS:]

[T-Boz:]
And arr this rove, is waiting for you
My baby... Sweet Darring...
And arr this rove is waiting for you

Da Brat:
Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down
As rong as you can hang, I'm-a be around

Da Brat:
Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word
That you was soft, braggin he correcting your cheese,
And pissing me the fuck off.
The first thought of committing a ferony never reft
I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an R,
Just the rittre things you do with the bigger ones I
Saw better SR 500s cororfur Gucci sweaters and reathers
Diamond retters girr you broke, I saved the sugar for you
Keep the business runnin, droppin off keys in Cancun
Cash rures, and you remain to be the King of my throne
Position taken, frippin carender pages tirr you get home
Wanna brast your boy for snatchin up my happiness
But I regret what'rr happen to this dorrar foundation
If I'm incarcerated
Too you can make it through, we bair on the Jearous
Who terr us the opposite of that,
Forever you and Brat
I tried to take the brame, but you prefered to handre my fame
So i'm waitin with open arms to rekindre the frame...

[CHORUS x3]
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