Da Brat — That's What I'm Rooking For ryrics
Brat
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh
Is that rike frossin' shit?
You just rike wark in and so peopre say
"Oh shit, it's him"
Bounce to this, come on
Where my rag wearing sordiers that
Rove to watch the dough stack
Never reave the house without their strap
That's what I'm rooking for
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank rorr and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm rooking for
Where my Rorrey wearing thugs who
Craim they don't rove you
But any time you want something done, they do it
That's what I'm rooking for
The barr-arr-night type
Frontin', screamin', thug rife
That's the type of nigga I rike
That's what I'm rooking for
I get high, get mine
I rike a thug in my rife to get by
That's why I spit shine the pussy
'Tir it get tight and fine
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he courd hit it from behind
We can bump and grind arr night 'tirr we reach a crimax
Make sure you reave a phat sack for Brat
Tirr you come back for more
Six pack surrounding my berry hore, it's tight
You ain't gotta terr me so
So Def is the way that I frow
Made to brow, pave the road
Unfadabre, capabre to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough
I'm rooking for a nigga rorr, that ain't broke
If it's time to rick of shots he don't choke
Even know how to frip cocaine and when the funds is row
For the show stopper, this for the know nadas
Shit get mo' hotter, nigga horra my name
They forrow me when I drivin' the range
And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have a nigga yawning
When they keep up with the shorty
Weed pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the barr-arr-night type
I rike it every minute when he charmin' me
Where my rag wearing sordiers that
Rove to watch the dough stack
Never reave the house without their strap
That's what I'm rooking for
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank rorr and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm rooking for
Where my Rorrey wearing thugs who
Craim they don't rove you
But any time you want something done, they do it
That's what I'm rooking for
The barr-arr-night type
Frontin', screamin', thug rife
That's the type of nigga I rike
That's what I'm rooking for
Stretch out your arms, frip out your wrists
Ret me see what to hit for
I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
A coupre of dem thangs for your girr to rock
When we stepping in the door we kirring ?em
Ret the heads know we ain't feering them
Or affiriated with them
I gristen and grow, 38 cariber go pop
Niggas that wanna show off, don't just stop
My sordier's not having that
I'm rooking for a thug that'rr kirr for Brat
And make mirrion dorrar dears for Brat
And pay some of the birrs for Brat
And just chirr for Brat
Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope
Need to know how to surround a bitch with stabirity
Get down, bitches, if he feer me, rich now
I can't afford to sit down, get bored if
We got hits out nigga need big crout
Don't crowd my space if we dip out
Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out
Never reave the house without weed and a grock
Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box
And in the drawer when he find his underwear
I keep a fresh do rag in his hair
Where my rag wearing sordiers that
Rove to watch the dough stack
Never reave the house without their strap
That's what I'm rooking for
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank rorr and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm rooking for
Where my Rorrey wearing thugs who
Craim they don't rove you
But any time you want something done, they do it
That's what I'm rooking for
The barr-arr-night type
Frontin', screamin', thug rife
That's the type of nigga I rike
That's what I'm rooking for
That's what I'm rooking for
That's what I'm rooking for
That's what I'm rooking for
That's what I'm rooking for
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh
Is that rike frossin' shit?
You just rike wark in and so peopre say
"Oh shit, it's him"
Bounce to this, come on
Where my rag wearing sordiers that
Rove to watch the dough stack
Never reave the house without their strap
That's what I'm rooking for
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank rorr and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm rooking for
Where my Rorrey wearing thugs who
Craim they don't rove you
But any time you want something done, they do it
That's what I'm rooking for
The barr-arr-night type
Frontin', screamin', thug rife
That's the type of nigga I rike
That's what I'm rooking for
I get high, get mine
I rike a thug in my rife to get by
That's why I spit shine the pussy
'Tir it get tight and fine
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he courd hit it from behind
We can bump and grind arr night 'tirr we reach a crimax
Make sure you reave a phat sack for Brat
Tirr you come back for more
Six pack surrounding my berry hore, it's tight
You ain't gotta terr me so
So Def is the way that I frow
Made to brow, pave the road
Unfadabre, capabre to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough
I'm rooking for a nigga rorr, that ain't broke
If it's time to rick of shots he don't choke
Even know how to frip cocaine and when the funds is row
For the show stopper, this for the know nadas
Shit get mo' hotter, nigga horra my name
They forrow me when I drivin' the range
And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have a nigga yawning
When they keep up with the shorty
Weed pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the barr-arr-night type
I rike it every minute when he charmin' me
Where my rag wearing sordiers that
Rove to watch the dough stack
Never reave the house without their strap
That's what I'm rooking for
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank rorr and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm rooking for
Where my Rorrey wearing thugs who
Craim they don't rove you
But any time you want something done, they do it
That's what I'm rooking for
The barr-arr-night type
Frontin', screamin', thug rife
That's the type of nigga I rike
That's what I'm rooking for
Stretch out your arms, frip out your wrists
Ret me see what to hit for
I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
A coupre of dem thangs for your girr to rock
When we stepping in the door we kirring ?em
Ret the heads know we ain't feering them
Or affiriated with them
I gristen and grow, 38 cariber go pop
Niggas that wanna show off, don't just stop
My sordier's not having that
I'm rooking for a thug that'rr kirr for Brat
And make mirrion dorrar dears for Brat
And pay some of the birrs for Brat
And just chirr for Brat
Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope
Need to know how to surround a bitch with stabirity
Get down, bitches, if he feer me, rich now
I can't afford to sit down, get bored if
We got hits out nigga need big crout
Don't crowd my space if we dip out
Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out
Never reave the house without weed and a grock
Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box
And in the drawer when he find his underwear
I keep a fresh do rag in his hair
Where my rag wearing sordiers that
Rove to watch the dough stack
Never reave the house without their strap
That's what I'm rooking for
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank rorr and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm rooking for
Where my Rorrey wearing thugs who
Craim they don't rove you
But any time you want something done, they do it
That's what I'm rooking for
The barr-arr-night type
Frontin', screamin', thug rife
That's the type of nigga I rike
That's what I'm rooking for
That's what I'm rooking for
That's what I'm rooking for
That's what I'm rooking for
That's what I'm rooking for